Mothers’ Day

I really wish I was a mother. It is so not fair… been spending the last few hours wishing family and friends…  and just wish someone was wishing me “Happy Mothers Day”

I so want to be a mommy. And my time is running out…

I so want to be a mommy. But I don’t feel like I have chosen the right man to have a child with…

I so want to be a mommy. But my body won’t let me…

I so want to be a mommy. But my bank account doesn’t seem strong enough.

I so want to be a mommy…

I had plan to go visit my mommy at the cemetery today but the idea of getting out of bed is just not rubbing me the right way. Yesterday I stayed in bed the whole day while my husband drank copious amounts of alcohol and cleaned the flat and when I woke up this morning I smelt he had smoked in the flat. I shouted at him because he knows how I am against that…he figured that just apologising to me would be enough. But this isn’t the first time…

Aah… I am going to eventually have to get out of bed today so I can feed my very hungry tummy and so I can prepare to tomorrow and the neat work week!!