Dear breastfeeding mothers, yes, I am going to shame some of you and no doubt make myself out as a terrible person. I am afraid I strongly disagree with your sentiments over exposed boob breast feeding. I don’t expect you to leave the area, or be ashamed that you are feeding your child, and yes it is completely natural… but for the love of god exhibit a degree of modesty. Not everybody wants to witness your sagging, white, vein riddled milk sacks flopping all over the place. Continue reading “SELECTIVE MODESTY”
With nothing else in life is it possible to both simultaneously love and hate with equal servings of passion, as being a parent. And when I say hate being a parent, I mean hate your own child. Don’t get me wrong – I love my daughter with every element of my being… but my god she can be a right c*nt sometimes. Nothing anyone ever says can quite prepare you for the torment and torrent of emotions that is parenting. Continue reading “PARENTHOOD; THE UGLY TRUTH”
Wow, what a tricky area… love, turmoil, joy, companionship, fights, and jealousy.
I realised something today after a lengthy chat with my littlest sister (Hello Spawn of Satan, I am sure you are reading this) – I no longer look at my sisters, The “Spawn” (the youngest) and The “Adopted One” (She’s not adopted – she just looks nothing like anyone else in the family… Hmmm) and feel envious of the way they are treated by the family. I think it’s because for the first time I am starting to feel like an adult. I have a family of my own, an income, a home etc. I feel my life is full. In a good way.