I find myself wearing the same grim lipped rictus grin my mother so frequently wore when I was growing up.
It’s funny, coz you can’t always say “I should never have done X” because if you hadn’t done it you wouldn’t know that you SHOULDN”T have, and in some cases you’d actually regret that you hadn’t because you wouldn’t know better.
So regret is fucking bullshit.
So is Mother’s Day!
I’ve been up sine 4, the washing machine doesn’t work, I just got my period, the breakfast I made didn’t keep because I made it too early – in an effort to have everything cleaned up before anyone would wake up to see the mess or the space I was taking up while cooking – and… oh yeah! I look like my mother did at my age, only not as thin.
I’m going to put on the t.v. for the kids, read my book, and then take them out into the garden to
pick up dog shit and rinse out the litter box listen to the birds and try to stop feeling so disgustingly sorry for myself.