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I was just discussing random things with my friend on msn
and i realised I would make a shocking mother
I mean the kids would be dressed well
and have amazing names (Placebo, Raptor, Wren, Fion etc)
but I just can't do motherly things.
I could rant for ages
but it is 12.20 am
and Mark wants me to meet him at the markets at 9.30 in the morning.
It's our attempt at reconciliation after his pathetic display of tryhard frontman ness
and mummys boy-ing.
leaving me with a sore back, alone tonight.
If you read this, yes, I hate you at this moment.
At least the cat likes me...
or rather..the heater that is near me...
anyway
moral of the story is
i should be sleeping.
alone.
YES
ALONE
feel guilty?
and i realised I would make a shocking mother
I mean the kids would be dressed well
and have amazing names (Placebo, Raptor, Wren, Fion etc)
but I just can't do motherly things.
For starters
I want to vomit when someone mentions vomit -- let alone when vomit is around.
I am actually quite queasy, and if my child had a broken arm or something..ohh man.
I don't actually want to have to whole childbirth pain thing going -- so children may actually not happen.
I can't stand heaps of yelling, so my kids will learn to communicate with complicated sign language,
and as a result, be impaired socially for the rest of their lives.
I can't cut bread or cheese straight, and it seems a requirement of mothers to do so.
I have no upper body strength -- therefore prams will be my enemy.
I am a forgetful person- not to be trusted to turn all appliances off, let alone to care for babies 24./7.
I am lazy and I hate using a dustpan and brush. FAIL
I want to vomit when someone mentions vomit -- let alone when vomit is around.
I am actually quite queasy, and if my child had a broken arm or something..ohh man.
I don't actually want to have to whole childbirth pain thing going -- so children may actually not happen.
I can't stand heaps of yelling, so my kids will learn to communicate with complicated sign language,
and as a result, be impaired socially for the rest of their lives.
I can't cut bread or cheese straight, and it seems a requirement of mothers to do so.
I have no upper body strength -- therefore prams will be my enemy.
I am a forgetful person- not to be trusted to turn all appliances off, let alone to care for babies 24./7.
I am lazy and I hate using a dustpan and brush. FAIL
I could rant for ages
but it is 12.20 am
and Mark wants me to meet him at the markets at 9.30 in the morning.
It's our attempt at reconciliation after his pathetic display of tryhard frontman ness
and mummys boy-ing.
leaving me with a sore back, alone tonight.
If you read this, yes, I hate you at this moment.
At least the cat likes me...
or rather..the heater that is near me...
anyway
moral of the story is
i should be sleeping.
alone.
YES
ALONE
feel guilty?
Current Location: Mummy's house
Current Mood: 
tired
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