Us Mother's are like real life chameleons.
We spend our mornings resembling some kind of wild animal while we clean up cornflakes, find library books and school hats. The taming of our mane is totally dependent on time availability and only comes after all other house occupants are on track. If the kids are not spending 8 minutes chewing every individual bite of toast then there is time for hair straightening. If you have spent the last 12 minutes using a spoon as an airplane then it's safe to say you are reaching for the dry shampoo and rocking the Mum bun for the second day in a row.
Chameleon transformation phase one complete.
When the morning drop offs are complete we scan the radio stations for that banger tune that gets our headspace dialed in for the work day ahead. Yes that is me rapping the complete version of Gangsta's Paradise at the traffic lights. Your welcome.
The phone rings as we are walking into the office and no traces of Coolio are heard, we are in phase three already, nothing but professional.
At some point we may trade high heels for trainers as dash off for kids swimming lessons, netball coaching or if you are lucky enough to get in a walk for your own mental health on a lunchbreak.
Computer shutdown means taxi driver / chef / first aid responder / story teller / professional bedtime tucker inner (that is totally a word), phases all roll in to one bedtime blur.
I would say Mum's finish the day with an average of 9 chameleon transformation phases complete.
SO. This Mother's Day let your Mum do what she does best and transform into a whole new superhero!
Let her inner adrenaline junkie rain supreme as she survives hoards of rabid werewolves, defeats the zombie apocalypses and ultimately can be her own character with no other obligations but to satisfy herself.
