Broody Hell

I’m not sure what in the holy hell is going on- every inch of my body is screaming with exhaustion- I’m shovelling junk food in every thirty seconds to help with stress,

Every second of sun reminds me of my pregnancies, swollen cankles, the heartburn and torn apart vag!

My children are behaving like animals who need soddin’ muzzles,
Every single thing is an argument, and i am WADING through the washing piles, and cheap tacky magazine toys,

So why WHYYYY WHYY LORD have i just looked at a picture of a tiny little baby and thought, aw… I want one?

Like bitch the fuck you don’t! We nearrrrrrrrly there. We nearly at sleep through stage. We neaaaaarly at not paying for nursery stage. I’m nearly kissing goodbye to mamia nappies forever. WHAT THE HELL- why is it when the youngest approach two, we suddenly get the broody hormones kick in. NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO!!