A woman's work is never done....( my moan)

When my mum used to moan at my dad when I was younger I just never got it? She'd moan about the mess of the house, the lids being left of the butter, my dads golf stuff by the front door,us drinking from the milk bottle, anything that got on her nerves was quickly off her chest within seconds with a mothers moan... I remember thinking that when i grew up I was never going to moan like that ever... I also was never going to have kids and I was almost certainly never going to clean up after any man.....well how fucking wrong was I on that one? I've ended up with 4 kids...a husband that doesn't know where his wardrobes are so he has to leave his clothes where ever he undresses and I moan all fucking day? It might not be an in your face style moan... But put me with a group of other mummy moaners and I'm away... When my mum used to moan saying "a woman's work is never done" when i was younger i never got that either? my only troubles I ever had to worry about was if the bloke I fancied with that curtain hairstyle was gonna be at the youth club that weekend.. And if he was would I be snogging him? I didn't have worries back then, I never had to really tidy ? Never had to cook,and I didn't really worry or care for no one but myself... NOW. I can't even shower without one of my kids deciding that they need to go poo..I've not peed on my own for years as they manage to unlock the door and ask me where there Lego wheel or PSP is? I've not slept a full nights sleep for years as at least one of them will wake...the house is a constant reminder of how much stuff you have to do and it never ends...I can honestly say I totally understand that phrase my mum said all those years ago... I've moaned to marc a few times, maybe more than a few times and he is very understanding and very generous on the offer of a little blonde Russian girl that could stay with us and help out while she studies English.... I thanked him for his kind offer and politely said no.............fucking way!!!!! That was his offer of help.... He still stands by that offer now... It doesn't matter if you have one kid or ten, it doesn't matter if you have a helpful husband or a lazy git, as a woman you are programmed to moan and programmed to want to busy yourselves and basically fill all your spare time multi tasking yourself into a frenzy...you should see the state of me before a Hoilday... It's like I'm having a break down whilst I'm packing...I hyper ventilate if marc comes in and disrupts my piles of daytime clothes and I turn into a wild woman... And I've now on top of all the panic packing saga have taken to having the house spring cleaned before I leave? Clean sheets and carpets?! Why!!!!??? What the fuck has happened to me??? When did this nutty version of my own mum arrive?? I was once a lazy bitch that spent days in bed chilling...doing fuck all...I'd get up, and go out...come in...go to bed... How mad is it that a woman can change just because she's got a house or kids? That's why I think I go mad when I eventually get out...I get so excited about getting out and not having to be on shit alert...that I go wild...take this Saturday for example...me and the Mason are off out into London with all my London fashion lot that Id worked with when I was modelling years ago, were going for dinner and then off to some clubs, the person that is booking our guest lists and knows me well has had to book at least 4 clubs as he knows when us lot get together we are mad and that were probably gonna get slung out of all the venues...and I make him 100% right...we probably will...were all mums now and none of us have grown up and none of us want to go home... I know Saturday night I'm going to end up flashing, swearing, doing shots, talking shit to anyone that will listen to me, pretend I'm 21 years old and then row when they question me and my lying, and then I'll probably eat a kebab be sick and start crying....but it will be so worth it...that one night of freedom to do as I please totally makes up for the months of cleaning and changing nappies...that wild night out makes everything even in my eyes!! And I can't fucking wait!!! To all my mummy moaners...treat yourself Girlies and get out...failing that Marc has a numbe of a little Russian exchange student on speed dial....