Why Mummy Doesn’t Give a ****! 5
General Fiction (Adult), romance, family, women's fiction
27 Jun 2019
I’m wondering how many more f*cking ‘phases’ I have to endure before my children become civilised and functioning members of society? It seems like people have been telling me ‘it’s just a phase!’ for the last fifteen bloody years. Not sleeping through the night is ‘just a phase.’ Potty training and the associated accidents ‘is just a phase’. The tantrums of the terrible twos are ‘just a phase’. The picky eating, the back chat, the obsessions. The toddler refusals to nap, the teenage inability to leave their beds before 1pm without a rocket being put up their arse. The endless singing of Frozen songs, the dabbing, the weeks where apparently making them wear pants was akin to child torture. All ‘just phases!’ When do the ‘phases’ end though? WHEN?
Mummy dreams of a quirky rural cottage with roses around the door and chatty chickens in the garden. Life, as ever, is not going quite as she planned. Paxo, Oxo and Bisto turn out to be highly rambunctious, rather than merely chatty, and the roses have jaggy thorns. Her precious moppets are now giant teenagers, and instead of wittering at her about who would win in a fight – a dragon badger or a ninja horse – they are Snapchatting the night away, stropping around the tiny cottage and communicating mainly in grunts – except when they are demanding Ellen provides taxi services in the small hours. And there is never, but never, any milk in the house. At least the one thing they can all agree on is that rescued Barry the Wolfdog may indeed be The Ugliest Dog in the World, but he is also the loveliest.
I loved this series so far, and this book didn’t disappoint.
It is written in such a way that you can hear her voice and understand her
emotions as they are exposed. And Simon having an affair was just the icing on
the cake Ellen didn’t need.
And then there is the issue about the lasagne. The lasagne
that Simon loves. That Ellen has struggled to make even though it is
complicated (the béchamel sauce, the mince sauce, the layers, the cheese) and
that Simon thinks is easy to make.
And finally all the various bad, and good things that
happened over the year, between the not so chatty chickens and the wolf puppy
and Ellen’s marriage problems. All of which are etailed and explained in a
somewhat ‘foul’-mouthed way with great humour and insight.
Whilst I hope, that not many of us have had years Like Ellen’s,
most of us have had some parts of it – including the lasagne!