I have to admit, I had a little cry at this^ passage, taken from comedian Ellie Taylor’s new book, ‘My Child & Other Mistakes.’ Sat next to my toddler – who was adorned in the most garish rainbow dungarees I have ever had the good sense to impulse buy, my 3 month old snuffling away in my arms, all of us watching Thomas the Tank under my duvet as my one engorged breast tried to feed us all in abundance, and our noses ran with the enthusiasm of a stay at home mum finally released on day leave – I thought ‘this has been a crap day, but my god these tiny, ordinary, but completely extraordinary terrorists are the absolute loves of my life.’
And, just like that, eight hours of screaming babies and disobedient toddlers and fighting a cold on no sleep and no drugs became a little brighter. As is the power of the MUMoir (copyright Charlotte Gittins 2021) a very special genre that could be summed up with the words ‘you’re doing a great job mama’ and also ‘fuck it, drink the wine, its 5’o’clock somewhere and today really HAS been a nightmare, hasn’t it?’ A genre that I now read almost exclusively, because I need all the literary pats on the back I can get, apparently, with my stay at home mum, two under two life. A life as ordinary as it is extraordinary, as beautiful as it is messy, and as frustrating as it is fabulous (if by fabulous you mean lovely and homely, rather than in any way envisioning me as being dressed up or, as it were, dressed at all… ) A life I would never have described when asked ‘where do you see yourself in 10 years time?’ in important interviews. And a life, so ordinary, so extraordinary, that I wouldn’t change for all the tea in china…
… And I really bloody love tea.