It’s Mother’s Day, you tell me. So what should I do? I woke up at dawn, as usual, To clean the baby’s poo. I rushed to make his breakfast, And ate his leftover food, All the while, reading forwards, Celebrating my motherhood. It’s ‘my day,’ I should celebrate, Get waited on hand and foot. Oh … Continue reading A Mother’s Day Ode … To Me. And You
A blast from the past, where we should pause and spare a thought for mothers back in the 60s and 70s. Mothers who were the target audience for clever ad agencies that used bonny babies to sell everything from cigarettes to beer. Here's a walk down memory lane ... aka 'When advertisers were probably high on the cocaine they were trying to sell to children'