Do we really get a day to be celebrated as mothers?

LOL. NO.

 – Mothers are the ultimate multi-tasking bitches.

We spend our lives replying to work emails mid-cuddle, booking the daily shop on Deliveroo (again) while pretending we still believe in home cooking, waxing, washing (non-stop), wiping bums, managing screen-time standoffs, working out (sometimes just mentally), handling bath time, bedtime, story time, party drop-offs — all while wondering if we’ve remembered who the hell we even are?!

We stand in freezing playgrounds like it’s our job (oh wait, it is), taxi kids around like Uber drivers on no sleep, have the homework battles, and still manage to smile. Sort of. Sometimes. So how do we do it?

Wine. Tequila (1942)

Reality TV.

Chats with our girls.

Going slightly unhinged every now and then.

And soaking up those fleeting windows of nothingness like they’re five-star spa breaks — you know, the 10-minute peace once the kids are finally asleep and then... the hubby/partner/BF wants attention. AHHHHHHHH.

To all the mums out there: you’re bloody brilliant. Bonkers, maybe. But brilliant.

Happy whatever-this-day-is-meant-to-be.

You deserve more than a card. You deserve a HUGE crown. 👑 QUEENS.

Love from AMP x