STOP! Before you click away, this is Not Another Bitch About What To Dress My Kids In For Book Week.
Whilst it seems the rest of Australia is in a frantic, mother-stressed frenzy about it all, I appear to be one of about three mums who is immune to the stress.
Not because I’m super organsied, super talented with sewing machine type things, or have a stash of appropriate costumes and dressups collected over my last decade and a half of mothering … I am simply not stressed because my Care Factor is sitting around zero.
Book Week in and of itself I am neither here nor there about. I love that it encourages the love of reading and all the rest of it, for I am very, very, very much for the idea of increasing literacy rates in Australia.
What I HATE, with a passion, about book week is the frenzied comments, the stress that far too many mums find themselves under, and stupid blog posts that appear, on the surface, to be all supportive and humorous and shit, and are basically nothing more than passive agressive judgement towards other mums.
Yes, I stupidly –