Well, I am.
It's nice to share.
Share your toys.
Share your feelings.
Share your food (oh - not the allergens though).
Share your germs.
Donate.
Give generously.
On the whole, I agree.
And I do.
Mostly.
But....
Sometimes I just don't want to hear that sweet little voice pipe up
Sometimes I just don't want to share.
Hang head. Point to forehead.
Stamp 'bad mother' here.
Shar :-)
Look, I just really, really like lollies.
And I'm sick of eating them like a fugitive.
Some days I. don't. want. to. share.
Fist curl, foot stomp, pout.
Sometimes I want to have my own head space all to myself.
My shower all to myself.
My breakfast, lunch or dinner all to myself.My phone conversation (and phone) all to myself.
My toilet, my sneaky chocolate I thought you didn't know about, my newspaper or inappropriately violent book, my frustration, my driving music, my handbag, my tic tacs, my tampons, my laptop... all. to. my. self.
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| secret stash |
"Me have some?"
"What's dat?" "Dat for me?"
"Who you talking?"
"My turn, Mum?"
Hang head. Point to forehead.
Stamp 'bad mother' here.
Shar :-)
Look, I just really, really like lollies.
And I'm sick of eating them like a fugitive.
