quick thoughts

To the dickhead who shouted YUMMY MUMMY at me as I walked my toddler son home from nursery.

Thanks!

What a compliment. I thought I’d let you know you were half factually correct. I am indeed a mummy, although to you I was just an arse in a pair of jeans pushing a buggy. I could have been a nanny or a childminder, you didn’t know, but well done for being spot on with that bit. As for yummy, well now that’s highly objective. I’m sure my husband would agree with you. As much as I’m sure he wouldn’t mind at all that you shouted so loud at his wife, as you sped past in your van, that she nearly jumped out of her skin and lost control of the buggy, the very thing that made you assume she was a mummy in the first place, yummy or otherwise. After all you’d be fine with someone shouting at your wife and child in the same way wouldn’t you? I mean you must be. Otherwise you wouldn’t have done it to me.

Would you.

It’s not a question.

I also just wanted you to know you woke my son up. On a road full of busy traffic, you shouted so loud as to wake an already sleeping child. Man, you’ve got some lungs on you. So thanks for that too. I can’t tell you how much your…well what was it, flirting, joking, abuse, was appreciated. I really can’t. At all.

But maybe it’s time to knock this sort of behaviour on the head. No woman really gets her self esteem kicks from strangers, particularly those screaming loudly at a mother and her baby. I’m not suggesting they don’t. I’m telling you they don’t. So please stop it.

Seriously.

Just fucking STOP IT.

Freelancing from home while I raise Oscar is great but it’s not without is challenges.

Imagine you work in a office, with no one else around you, and you work almost entirely from written instructions. Not ideal but all going well so far.

Now image that you’re in that office, working alone, when in comes a marching band. And the band is noisy and its distracting, but hey, you can just block it out and get on with your work. Except the marching band also wants you to be its conductor. You know – the guy at the front who leads the way. So you have to do your work, whilst trying to block out the sound and the distraction of the band, all while conducting the band.

But eventually the band decides to leave for a bit. Yay! But oh no. You don’t just get to stop being the marching band’s conductor once they go out of the office. You still have to think about conducting the band, even when it’s not there. Them’s the rules!

But OK it’s quieter and you can think about the band, whilst working. As long as the written instructions come on time. Because if they don’t, you’re going to have to work, ignore, conduct as before.

But you do it.

Because you’re a stay at home/work at home mother.

Or a Marching Band Conductor – whichever you prefer.

quick thoughts

To the dickhead who shouted Yummy Mummy at me……

Keep in time….