I didn’t cry. I didn’t pout. I didn’t scream: “shut up I don’t care about your stupid baby and your stupid perfect life and your stupid pram and just make up your own stupid outfit“… no, I smiled, brought them clothes like the barren slave I am and repressed. Say it with me. Repress, Repress.
Finally my 3 hour day of hell was over and as a reward to myself I went to the Op Shop to find a bargain. No sooner that I got there and opened the door, out rolled the stroller. I almost fainted. Here I was, trying to treat myself, to forget about the stroller and there it was again slapping me in the face. Of course I smiled and held the door open for her but C’MON!
So I bought this cut glass lidded bowl for the guest room for $2. Not so pretty now you know the ugly story. I’m fine, I am. I just had a shit day. I have another 2 days to get through at that bloddy shopping center filled with the demon strollers, then it’s my birthday and NOTHING is going to mess that up.