Even worse, are the earth-mummy bloggers. These are the ones who seem to float through the day to the sounds of folk music wafting from their stereo, their homemade-linen-clothes-clad-children sitting at the table playing with their piece of rope and the wooden blocks that their father carved out of a felled branch, until their serene, tranquil mother glides past with a plateful of wholemeal muffins made from the flour they ground by hand that morning. They have no need for TV, their days are full of one meaningful, nature-based activity followed by another. They have no need for yelling, as their children are able to manage their emotions and behaviour with just the smallest amount of loving, gentle guidance from their ever-patient parents. They don't have bad days, they have 'high-energy' days that are easily overcome with some independant, creative play, bringing everyone back down to a quiet, harmonious rhythm.
I'm not sure what else goes in to those wholemeal muffins of theirs but I have tried this way of life, and I can tell you my days still did not look like that. I even ground my own flour. It did not make me tranquil.
I still share some life values with these earthy hippy mamas but I have come to realise that either they are full of shit, or I am doing it wrong. Where they exude serenity (and somehow look gorgeous naked).....
.... I only manage to look like a haggard, washed out, not-so-much-serene-as-unconscious mother of three.
So, whilst I may indeed be yet another bloody mummy blogger, my hope is that I can do it without inducing guilt in any mother reading. Pity, perhaps, but not guilt.