I am beaten,
The soles of my feet pulsate with tiredness, scabs are forming on my elbows, smudged mascara is hiding the darkened sacks that reside beneath my eyes.
Plaiting one’s pubes….
In recent years I have slightly misled my children. Avoiding the whole conversation about where babies come from and how they actually trundle down the birth canal has always been a focus of mine and he who helped create them.
When BB was born, twin girl was full of awkward questions but was easily fulfilled by a quick glimpse of the bandage on my stomach and was happily comforted in the knowledge that babies were simply lifted from your tummy and then a doctor glued you together again.
Is your daughter handicapped?
Someone asked me today if my daughter was handicapped.
They didn’t ask if I was having a nice day or even say good morning, they merely approached me in the shop and asked the question “Is she handicapped?”
Serves me right for asking……
So let me paint the picture.
It’s a bright sunny day, the birds are trilling in the trees, winter jackets have been shunned for summer shorts and frocks and all is well with the world.