If she ever does conceive then god help the poor child. Imagine your mam for a whole week every month just curling up on the settee or laying on the floor cuddling the fucking dog, necking whole bars of chocolate, staring at herself in the mirror cos her trousers won’t fasten.
No Vicky, I don’t fucking leap around going to yoga, I’m not the worlds best mam and I don’t save squirrels from forest fires (lmao what even
![Face with tears of joy :joy: 😂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f602.png)
). But as with the rest of the female population I do just have to get on with things! Which means at the bare minimum I have to feed, change, entertain and safeguard my child. And I also have to turn up to my job and be able to put in enough effort not to be sacked. Must be nice if these things don’t apply though ey
![Flushed face :flushed: 😳](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f633.png)
She wouldn’t cope a second in this house, if I’m asleep or resting a millisecond longer than my toddler he literally peels my eyes open for me and shouts until I get up
Funnily enough I have absolutely zero memories of my mam being on her period. And that’s not to say she didn’t suffer side effects of them, she’ll have gone through the same as the majority of women. And it’s also not to say it was “brushed under the carpet” or she never supported me with mine, she was very understanding when I started as a teenager. She just was able to put that to one side and be able to raise two kids without literally becoming a cross between a cripple and a hermit for a week every month.
ps I really wouldn’t have banged on about being a mam so much if her second favourite topic after her periods wasn’t trying to bloody conceive
![Face with rolling eyes :rolling_eyes: 🙄](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f644.png)