Imagine all the love of a Celine power ballad, and all the snot and isolation of a flu outbreak.  This show’s kinda like that clip Beyonce did with Blue Ivy, only with more C-bombs, more references to extreme toilet paper usage, and no attempt whatsoever to hide marital difficulties.

From parenting in the 80’s to her her hatred of the Disney Musical Frozen, The Motherload will leave no stone unturned, no relationship unexamined, no swear word left unsaid. Oh and there will be a John Farnham sing-along, by God there will be John Farnham sing-a-long.

Directed by Janelle Koenig and accompanied by her long suffering Father Vincie, Em will rip through your heart like herpes at a blue light disco. If you have a mother, then this show is for you.