Stepford Mums....

I used to have brains, I used to be smart and talented at different arty type things, I used to enjoy gaming and having long conversations over coffee or beer about the state of the world. All nighters were pulled just creating characters for table top games, or reading a good book. I used to have friends, I used to be independent and sexy, experimental and lithe.

Now your lucky if you can get me to say up past 10pm.... tea has to be decaffeinated, I watch everything I put in my mouth and most of my thoughts are taken up with the nights meal, or budgeting and planning for our growing bump.

That is of course if I can even remember the way to the bloody shops...AS today dear reader I wish to talk about.. BABY BRAIN that undetermined spark in your brain that helps you to recall your first boyfriends name, your old car's licence plate or even your shopping list.. totally gone.. lucky now if you can remember to buy milk that day.

It's mental! and FRUSTRATING AS HELL!

I feel like someone has slipped me a roofie, my mind feels fuzzy and all over the place, easily distracted by shiny things (OK nothing new there) and just not up to the same smart and slick standards I am used too. I arrive at the local food shop and stand staring at the aisles trying to recall why I am there.

Is this preparation for sleepless nights? Is this why women suddenly become mindless zombies that can speak of nothing but their children's poohing habits after giving birth? Is it simply further proof that god truly is a man as he is creating mindless zombies to procreate the world and live in happy communal suburbs where we all yell at the local children and call the police on the neighbour who allows his dog to pooh on our lawn?

I find myself having conversations with dear friends, people I used to get blasted with and party hard, people who used to stay up all night discussing the debate on abortion, or the state of the local government (OK we were mostly arguing bout which character could take down Brett Hart)  that are now about which suburb has the best schooling with public transport nearby?!

It's a conspiracy... I can feel it... its the government feeding us, these scans we get when we have our children inject some kind of NHS/Medicare funded rayon dye that feeds our depleting brain cells and makes us think we are unable to raise children outside of a 4 bedroom home with a Volvo and a good yard.. I know it is, we are all being turned into the politicians views of perfect wives and mothers...

Stepford Wives 1975 

I refuse to be taken down!!!! I WILL FIGHT I will turn away from the corn patterned blinds and read our toddler Shakespeare and Neil Gaiman comics, trade the Volvo in for that Chevy Impaler, dress our little boy in pink and your little girl in blue! I REFUSE to be sucked in by this mechanising attitude of mothering that is pumped at me from every corner of the internet. NO ONE WILL DICTATE TO ME.......NO ONE.... nope... not... a .... ooh.... cute.....batman... baby shoes...... oh darling..... oh oh oh.......want.... oh... gush...

I am a goner... may as well just accept it and buy an apron....

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