This picture scares me:
It looks like it’s simply the innocent scribbling a of a young child, which is kind of true. Until said child explains what the picture is.
It’s called “picture of mammy with two babies in her tummy”
Just in case you’re wondering, mammy does not have two babies in her tummy. She has no babies in her tummy. Which is good. Babies cost money (which mammy does not have) and another one would mean the end of working mammy, as childcare cost lots. Which is why the prospect of two at once is simply terrifying!
There followed much conversation about where the inspiration for this picture came from…
Long story short, my kid wants more younger siblings.
Keep wishing kid!
Or they’re bad.
It’s funny how you think/feel like you’re starting to get somewhere with something and then someone comes along and replaces that feeling with destroyed self confidence and a little bit of betrayal.
Today, I am powered by kalms and chamomile tea. And I’ve managed to have a bath and listen to two albums, whilst all the while neglecting the blank piece of paper and pen on the table. And now I’m here instead. The last few days have been just as rubbish.
So, should I give up, or stand up and fight?
I’m not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.