Why Mummy Drinks by Gill Sims

This is one brilliant read for every woman and mother out there. Posh, middle class, working mom, stay at home mom, one child, six children, married, divorced, single ….. it won’t matter

I started reading it thinking I am a mother, I am 39 and I swear I have my “F… all Friday” and I also have casual Wednesday or chill Monday whenever I feel like my child was too much and wine seems like the best thing in the world.

I don’t want to be a sensible woman, I don’t want to have a fancy haircut and bake all day and feed my daughter only organic food and home made quinoa cupcakes because I hate them and i envy them for being all they are . This book showed me once more that we are all the same. We all drink, we all need Me time and a shoulder to cry on and we all sometimes dream of punching our partners in the face for acting like complete and utter twats.

I can say “Why Mummy Drinks” is the diary of an exhausted mother. One who finds alcohol as a solution to everything happening around.

In fact Ellen thinks she is ‘a terrible parent’ and all aspects of parenting are an ordeal. An afternoon at a soft play centre is an event for which ‘there is not enough wine in the world to ease the pain’.

“Why Mummy Drinks” is hilarious and a MUST in everyone’s TBR list.

His mother informed us that she had assumed his wife would be buying his advent calendars for him, now he was married, which came as something of a surprise to me, as I did not remember anything in our wedding vows about ‘To Be Your Bloody Mother From This Day Forth …’ I bought him a calendar the next year as a joke, but he didn’t seem to realise the joke part, going so far as to tell me that for future reference, he actually preferred a Thornton’s calendar to a Dairy Milk one, but he appreciated the thought. And so I continue to buy my forty-year-old husband an advent calendar every year, because apparently I am his mum now, and he is a spoilt child.

It shows you the good and the bad in everyone’s families, the fun and the struggle and all in between so at the end to make you understand that we all have the same worries and reasons to stress over regardless of where we live, how much we earn or bake.

….all the mummies joked about how they never felt quite good enough and they all were worried that wether they worked or stayed at home they were doing the wrong thing by their children, sometimes being a parent was just mind-numbingly boring and hard graft.

At the end of the day we are all parents and God help us all survive the new born stage, colic stage, teething, weaning, bugs, flu, chicken pox, terrible twos, horrible threes and so on till the day we die cause we never stop worrying.