It has occurred to me during the weekly grocery shop as I purchase the same items consumed as the week before, to prepare the same meals, while washing the same clothes all to the accompaniment of a 13 and nearly 12 year old endlessly bickering, pinching and poking; that there must be a special part of heaven roped off for the single mothers.
I can picture it very clearly; I am reclining while sipping a delicious alcoholic beverage and flicking through gossip magazines (these can't be read, due to the reliance on photographs of celebrities thighs in swim-wear, celebrities walk of shame and my favourite, celebrities without make-up), I can have as many treatments from a beautician I could possibly want AND there is a freudian-looking doctor/therapist who is prepared to listen to my endlessly complaining about my life, children's behaviour, ex etc etc etc.
Well, at the very least I have no fear of hell, ... because I am living it right now!
maybe one day Roxanne, maybe one day..
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