15/03/2026
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there — the women who carried us for 9 months… and then spent the next 18+ years wondering why they didn’t just get a quiet houseplant instead. 🌱
Motherhood:
The only job where you’re on call 24/7, unpaid, under-appreciated, blamed for everything… and the people you’re doing it for have the audacity to ask “what’s for dinner?” like you’re a restaurant that never closes.
Shoutout to the mums who:
• Haven’t had a hot cup of tea since about 2011 ☕
• Can hear a crisp packet open from three rooms away like it’s a crime scene investigation 👀
• Have said “I’m not asking again” so many times it’s basically a personality trait
• And somehow know where everyone’s stuff is despite never touching it.
Being a mum means:
Someone shouting “MUMMMM!” like the house is on fire… only for you to arrive and be asked to pass something that’s literally in their hand.
Cooking dinner for people who will open the fridge 10 minutes later and say “there’s nothing to eat.”
Getting blamed for everything from missing socks to broken Wi-Fi… like you personally run the internet from the kitchen.
And then there are the step-mums. Absolute warriors. 🫡
The women who walked into chaos they didn’t even create and stayed anyway.
The ones who:
• Get called “bruv” instead of mum
• Get the teenage eye rolls, attitude and door slams
• Hear “YOU’RE NOT MY MUM” while still doing the lifts, cooking the food and holding the house together
Honestly… raising kids that didn’t even come out of you and not launching them into the nearest field during the teenage years deserves a medal.
And a massive shoutout to the SEN mums ❤️
The mums who fight battles most people will never see.
The ones who battle schools, systems, paperwork, meetings and judgment from people who have absolutely no clue what their daily life looks like.
The mums who advocate, protect, and fight for their kids like lions every single day.
You’re not just mums — you’re warriors.
Motherhood isn’t the cute Instagram version.
It’s cold tea.
Missing socks.
Being shouted for like an emergency service.
Breaking up fights.
Finding things that were “lost” while someone is literally standing on them.
So today we celebrate the women who:
Kept us alive.
Kept the house running.
And somehow resisted the urge to list us on Facebook Marketplace under “slightly used, noisy, eats everything.”
Happy Mother’s Day to the mums, step-mums and SEN warrior mums.
And to all the kids reading this…
Go hug your mum today.
Because the real miracle of motherhood isn’t giving birth…
It’s raising teenagers without catching a criminal record. 💐
