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Parentally Fatigued Club

I am the president, secretary and treasurer of my own Parentally Fatigued Club – the other member and Vice President is my husband and father of my 2 children. This club is for members of the public who feel like the parenting gig is just so looonnnggg. Our youngest girl is a few months shy of finishing Year 12 and turning 18 which means legally our jobs are almost done!



When I commenced this unpaid job called parenting in 1996 I was so unprepared. I had a hard time coping physically and mentally. Pressured to breastfeed, I hated it. It might be controversial as I hear women saying how wonderful they found the experience but I didn’t like feeding in public yet didn’t want to miss out on anything happening if I went into another room. The second one was a lot easier helped by having a placid baby but it was still hard work. The never endingness of being a mum loomed large like a black hole with no light to guide me home.

New members are welcome to my Parentally Fatigued Club if you have ever participated in the following:

  • Calisthenics Concerts for 4/5 year olds with 5 performances of the Golden Girls (senior citizens) – one of the worst experiences ever
  • Swimming lessons in an overheated, over chlorinated pool being a hazard to your health
  • Waiting in uncomfortable, plastic, beige hospital chairs for hours
  • Sick children on planes or changing dirty nappies on a plane. Actually kids under 4 on a plane doing anything
  • School concerts that go on for hours without alcoholic beverages
  • Vomit soaked sheets – not good for me as I’m a sympathetic chucker
  • Teaching kids to drive
  • Boyfriend/girlfriend break ups……and the list goes on 🙂


If I had not been a member of this club I would have missed out on some classic moments that live on in folklore:

  • Ian being asked after Year 6 Sex Ed classes how long does an erection last and that’s assuming you still have them?
  • An 8 year old explaining to Ian what a necrophiliac was
  • Being told I had a big fat tummy in the shower
  • Coping with tears that people were smoking on Broadway in New York not treating it as hallowed ground
  • On Ian’s shoulders a child using his ears to steer
  • Being asked if God was everywhere why were we driving over him on the road
  • Seeing the sign on the carport “Do not grease guides” the comment was “well what about Scouts then?”
  • The rolls on a baby’s legs that look like the Michelin Man……and we could go on there as well



Yes I will always worry about my daughters and yes I will always feel responsible for them and want to help them in any way I can. However, it’s almost time to cut the apron strings and watch the younger one start to traverse the world as an adult. I’m really proud of both of them. The older one is very independent and sometimes I feel obsolete in her life. She’s just about to spend a month in Edinburgh (that’s the Scotland one, not the one down Yorke Peninsula) as an intern for international theatre company Baby Wants Candy. This young lady is a bit directionally challenged so I will be stressing the whole time that she’s in the spot where she’s supposed to be.

This post all came from my shopping trolley today where I had the twinge of guilt that there was a lot of processed crap in there. I had such good intentions but the fatigueness crept over me. But hey, first world problem 🙂



What are some of the crap things you have done for the sake of your kids? Or some of the great things that have come from kids?


  • joannespeirs

    June 1, 2017 at 09:39 Reply

    I love this, just love it. You are human, as are I. You are a mum, as are I. It’s a tough gig. Love you x

    • Michelle Boyd

      June 1, 2017 at 15:50 Reply

      Yep it’s a tough gig, I just found that there were not enough supportive people saying that you are doing OK but lots quick to offer “advice” on how they did it so much better.

  • Marilyn Scholz

    June 1, 2017 at 09:39 Reply

    I’m hearing you! I don’t think it ever ends, its just different!

    I recently ironed 36 shirts (yes you read that right, 36), for my 43 year old farmer son! He had decided to wash everything in his wardrobe, and then couldn’t bring himself to iron. (His wife doesn’t iron either!) I think he must buy a new one whenever he has a special function, I need to talk to him about that!

    Mick and I took our 42 year old, married with three children, daughter to the Dreamtime game at the G. We stayed in a motel, did the pre-game pub crawl, and giggled and laughed at crowded trams and characters on said tram. Had a blast!

    What I’m saying is, you never stop being a parent and sometimes it is still quite fatiguing, but its one of the most awesome things I have ever done! 💜💜💜💜💜

    • Michelle Boyd

      June 1, 2017 at 15:48 Reply

      36 shirts – who has that many!! I just thought that was what you did – got married and had children. Just wish I had been a little bit more prepared 🙂

  • Ian Boyd

    June 3, 2017 at 07:14 Reply

    And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

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