In times past and I’ve needed a bit of kit or a new magic potion, or an activity to get me through the really difficult days and I’ve put all my hope into that thing making me feel better, only to find it hasn’t done the trick, then I’ve come crashing down to earth feeling worse than before!
So I’ve cursed, sulked, and moped around. I’m someone who does see her glass half full the majority of the time.
It can take a hell of a lot of delving to find the old Poll, beneath the swollen feet, bashed toenails, twitching legs, wet nix and low self esteem.
But you know if we really don’t want to give up the ghost, then it’s worth one more big push!!!
Like getting that baby out of its womb…Us ladies know how it hurts like chuff!
One more push and you’ve got that squishy little person in your arms!
Sorry Poll but I can’t see you giving up the ghost. You and I are true battlers and I very often give myself a kick up the bottom. Mind you that’s getting hard to do now. Might have to ask someone else to do it for me.
I would like to think that the vast majority of us here will never be offended by your honest “no nonsense” approach.
I (and many others will) empathise with the feelings you express, sometimes I even feel that I need to understand (if not embrace) the crappy stuff so that I get far more appreciation of the good bits.
As a bloke I have no idea about ejecting squishy little persons but you gave me pause for thought and for that I thank you.
I really hope that you get to giggle at the silly stuff again soon.
Now that’s a very good reason to not have children. Fancy having to relive that memory every year? For 28 years. And to have it go on for the remainder of your life.