The mum code.

Dear men, listen carefully. Take notes if you will.

My YouTube channel is full of random monologues that I’ve filmed alone in my bedroom. Nobody really watches, but that’s okay because I have so much fun making them.

But not this video.

This video got many many view. Tens of thousands of them.

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I think that it just goes to show how universal the themes in it are. I hope it helps men. I think they need all the help they can get sometimes, because sometimes men are not smart.

Most importantly, I hope it helps mums who want to be nice all the time, but are driven to anger because of how not-smart their husbands are.

For example…

I can remember as a young girl probably about 12 years old, my mum continually reminded dad that our vintage Mercedes Benz had lost the sealant around the front windscreen. Day after day mum would gently remind dad that if it rained, the windscreen would leak. This gentle reminding turned into nagging and finally progressed to silence.

Then one day it happened, it rained, it poured, it was torrential. We’ve all been there before, mum is bringing the shopping in and there is huffing and puffing and rolling of eyes and wait for it…wait for it… there it is, the dreaded extra heavy, dramatic plonking down of groceries onto the kitchen bench.

I look at dad and am terrified to see that he is completely oblivious. He goes in for the kiss only to notice something was different.

Was it the steam coming out of mum’s ears? Or the fact that her eyeballs had turned red? Or perhaps it was the little demon jumping up and down on her shoulder with a pitch fork? I’m not sure but something had finally prompted dad to ask, “is everything okay?”.

I may have only been 12, but I wanted to yell out, “The car dad! The car!”.

I watched as mum is forced to spell it out. She explained that as it was raining that day and the front windscreen had still not been fixed, the entire floor of the car had an inch of water in it.

I was impressed that mum resisted the very obvious urge to swear at or physically harm dad.

He received every word of mum's speech with genuine shock and remorse. He honestly did not see any of this coming. Dad, being one of the best men I have ever met to this day, ran straight to the shed to fix the car for his beautiful bride immediately and in the pouring rain. He emerged from the shed to do everything he could to make it better for mum.

But for some reason, he has a cordless drill in his hands.

I looked at mum.

Mum exhaled loudly. Mum walked away.

But I was intrigued. How you fix a windscreen with a drill?

Dad proceeded to drill holes in the floor of the vintage Mercedes to drain the water away.

Dad looked very pleased he had fixed the problem.

And at 12 years old I realised men are not so smart.

What do you think of the mum code? Will men find it useful?

Want more? Try:

“I’m a mum, and I judge other mums. This is why.”

When being ‘Just a Mum’ is not enough.