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The very hangry Mummy

by mybeardedpigeon

Before I discovered that motherhood is like being permanently on Candid Camera, I honestly thought that bedtimes would be lovely. A lovely, delightful part of the day, when we would sit in a lovely pile on the bed, delightfully breathing our own fug, and read lovely books about delightful woodland creatures. Well…

…what the Donald Duck did I know about anything back then, eh? Bedtime is not lovely: it is sent to try us.

Tonight, 7pm

Goodbye Sun, hello Moon, warbles the TV and I perk up: oh good, it’s nearly wine o’clock.

“Come on you two, let’s get ready for bed and have a story”, is what I think I have said, but apprently my mouth has translated it to, “Come on you two, can you start a fight with each other and then pull down the curtains while trying to hide from me?”.


The curtains are rehung. The kids are in the bathroom, eating toothpaste and whooping like it’s Lord of the Flies. Irritation starts in my stomach: oh no, I’m getting hangry. Just a few more minutes and I’ll make myself a bowl of pasta with smoked salmon. Lovely.


Man on the Moon


Man on the Moon


Man on the Moon


“OK, if you two can’t agree on a book, we’ll read Man on the Moon and then Tiddler”. It seems like the quickest option.

Tiddler, then Man on the Moon

Man on the Moon, then Tiddler

Tiddler, then Man on the Moon

Man on the Moon, then Tiddler

Oh for heaven’s sake.

Increasingly hangry: the pasta will take too long, I’ll just have the smoked salmon on some bread with a poached egg on top.


I need a pee-poo.

OK, Curly Girlie – you go to the toilet.

I need a pee-pee-potty.

Alpha Blondie, you have a nappy on so you can go to bed.


OK, fine, of course you can use the potty, let’s go and take your nappy off.

Hangier and hangier. Forget the egg: smoked salmon sandwich.


The boy has head on pillow, Froggie in the crook of his arm, cover actually over legs. We are tantalisingly close to sleep (kids) and food (me). The hanger can wait a few more minutes.

Night night, then…

Nun-nait, agrees Alpha Blondie.

“Mummy” announces Curly Girlie from the doorway, brandishing a revolting cat thing that resides at the bottom of the toy chest. “Alphie can’t have this catty, can he?”

My eyes swivel to Alphie. Maybe he won’t rise to the challenge.

“Jump in bed Curly, I’ll be there in just a mo to say goodnight”.

Even louder, “But he can’t have catty can he, this is my catty?”

Desperately hangry now, I shoo her from the room, but as the door is closing, a tiny voice from under the cover behind me:


My heart and stomach sink.






Beans on toast.


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11 thoughts on “The very hangry Mummy

  1. Love this, thank you, love the generosity of your articles – the sharing and therefore normalizing of motherhood! Can we add ‘hot’ (as in over 100 degrees 48% humidity) to the mix? What would be the word for hungry, angry and hot? Actually, I’m not sure it would be printable.

    Posted by Francisca Denyer | May 28, 2012, 3:04 pm
  2. Brilliant post! I know the feeling only too well…hurts just reading about hanger in your house!

    Posted by Lycra Mum | May 7, 2012, 10:02 am
  3. Finally! A word that describes how I often feel. Hangry. Very, very hangry. And when I do finally get the little one off to sleep, I mess about on the computer instead of eating and get even more hangry.

    Posted by farfromhomemama | March 29, 2012, 7:00 pm
  4. I love the new word Jo 🙂
    I guess you have heard of this book?! Its audio version by Samuel L Jackson is funny.
    I thought pasta is quick – unless of course you are making fresh & even a man can cook it 😉

    Posted by Fergus Miller | March 29, 2012, 7:39 am

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