Some people just roll their eyes at this sort of behaviour and move on.
But many others prefer to very quickly file me away in the ‘Bad Parent Corner’ (it looks a lot like the naughty corner but it thankfully comes with a well stocked bar fridge).
Now, just for the record, I’m not strapping glowsticks to my toddler’s stroller and parking him in front of the sub-woofer. I am very sensibly leaving him at home with a grown adult to take care of him for the night.
My question is, when you become a mother, why do other mothers expect you to lose your identity and begin a strange competitive struggle of who is less perfect?
I unfortunately missed out on the hormone surge that provides women with the ability to cook a wholesome 4 course meal whilst crocheting a place mat. That hormone surge also didn’t wipe out every element of my personality and replace it with that of a Stepford Wife.
Most people have a Thing right? A Thing that is an integral part of your make-up, something that makes you feel complete and whole and makes you ‘You’.
For some people it might be building model airplanes, some riding a motorbike, some growing vegetables.
Well mine is trance music. I make it, I collect it, I share it, I dance to it, I live by it, I love it.