Thoughts of an English Mum
Just a quick question..albeit a very serious quick question….
Why is it that you can watch your sleeping children and feel such a rush of pure and utter love without a single desperate disparaging thought…and yet….a few hours later when surrounded by the mayhem of morning you find yourself asking who swapped your sleeping angel in the night for the spikey haired, sulky sullen specimen sat glaring at you over the battlefield of breakfast???
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