What’s in a name?

Welcome to Mum. That’s a bad word! and my very first blog entry…..quietly shitting myself over here thinking about pouring my heart out to the interwebby and definitely about to pour a wine to work up the courage to do so! I wanted to give you a bit of an idea of who I am and how we got our blog name.

Hi I’m Christielee, I’m a single mum raising 4 girls in Sydney after losing my baby’s father to suicide in December 2017.

My older girls father is not too involved due to work commitments and distance but we love him! I run an online healthy mummy group for mums with over 7300 members who are empowered to love themselves daily here , I try my hardest to stay fit and healthy and teach other women how to as well but I am all about balance and enjoying good food and wine is a must!

I have bipolar disorder and take any opportunity to talk openly about mental health and suicide to finally rid the stigma attached to both issues and being my daughters only full time role model I am working my ass off with my hands in many small honey pots to make ends meet and show the girls that we as women are capable of anything we put our minds too.(except getting a loan when we are in shitloads of debt, it doesn’t matter how much you put your mind to that!!)

I know I have a foul mouth, I KNOW I drink too much wine and I know I am very opinionated and passionate about equality and human rights. When I decided to finally start my blog I went through the usual long stressful naming process and tried to really capture who I was and what I am about but ‘opinionated Single Mum with bipolar disorder who says fuck a lot, drinks too much, empowers women to be whoever the fuck they want and lives in ripped jeans’ was already taken…..

I threw some ideas around with mates over drinks and honestly they were just awful ideas from drunk chicks, Green plums was up there on the list…WTF is that?!

We couldn’t come up with anything that said who I was and warned people that the blog probably is not going to be well received if swearing offends you or you want me to sugar coat parenting because that’s not me. With no name still after a few weeks I was talking with a friend on the phone whinging about not being able to just figure out a fucking name to which my toddler Amarlie-Briallen came running out of the room from the other end of the house and yelled ‘Mum, that’s a bad word!!!!

“Mum, that’s a bad word!’ quickly become her favourite saying. I do try not to swear in front of the kids but they have better hearing than bats when it involves bad words, they can hear me mutter shit under my breath through solid brick walls, music blaring and a thunderstorm but cant hear me ask them to put their dirty socks in the washing basket instead of the floor!

It became so bad I couldn’t say ‘sheesh’ or ‘fudge’ without being verbally reprimanded by a sassy threenager throwing her head to the side, hands on hips telling me what words I can and can not say and of course when the older three darling little monsters seen how much this frustrated me and they wanted in!

And so it began, the constant reminder that I suck balls as a mother sometimes……especially in the car (my bad!!)  but after hearing the choir sing ‘mum, that’s a bad word’ one too many times I decided to turn the tables in true ‘mother of the year fashion, every single time one of my darling little daughters yell out MUM! No matter where we are, no matter who is around and no matter what they need I just started yelling back ‘that’s a bad word!!!

This tactic worked well and their exaggerated ‘muuuuuuum’ rapidly became a quick and sharp ‘mum’ when they wanted something.

I am positive that they will start plotting and conspiring against me to figure out a way around this situation really quickly because they’re smart little f’kers that band together when the chips are down but right now I am just gonna drink my victory wine and revel in the fact that I won this round…..

Oh and of course the point of this blog, that’s how the name was born.