Non existent ideal. The term embodies the unrealistic expectations of magazines/society/men when it comes to mothers. Magical Mummy can cook, clean, do arts and crafts with the kiddies, sew, wash, walk the dog and fuck like a pornstar without even ruffling her perfect hair. She is never to be found languishing on the sofa whilst the
kids run riot, nor does she drink wine and
sob in the evenings, looking at the pile of ironing and wondering what the fuck happened to her
life.
Most men
will claim to their wives (in a foolish attempt to create their prefect world) that their own mothers attained Magical Mummy status.
"He asked me why I hadn't been able to iron his uniform as well as make the dinner and clean the
kitchen. As if I'm some kind of Magical
Mummy!"
"I told him to piss off to his Magical Mummy, and let her run around like a
twat for him"
"Make your own dinner, I'm busy doing this! I'm not your Magical Mummy!"