"Do you read books" her publisher asked?
"Nah, I don't have time" she replied stifling a giggle.
How the hell would she ever get time to read between looking after the two little ones and trying to keep the house in check! Three kids she had not just one, or two, but THREE! Two of them where screamers, cheeky little blighters that never seemed to have a quiet moment, ever! The third, the oldest was a teenager and still - a cheeky little blighter!
A glutton for punishment some of her friends said to her. Well they were right it was her punishment. Punishment for hitting the sack with Big G.
The first baby was planned of course, Big G and her were both older then. Wiser than half the people they knew, when they had met at twenty four. Both in for a second go at a relationship - both having made so many stupid mistakes in the last "the one" experience. Both had the ideas running about their brains that they were ready for hardmore than just romance.
Wow, that was quick to say the least. The first baby arrived and they hadn't even got their first year together over and done with. They didn't even know each other and they had a third member thrown in for free! Life went on as usual no different from everyone else in the world. Big G, was working hard at his night shift warehouse job, tending to get very little sleep, in general. Mother was doing her day shift retail job and getting very little bonding time, with her child in general.
The second child didn't come along until ten years later. There became a period of loneliness for mother - her first child was morphing and suddenly she didn't feel needed any more. She was no longer the apple of her ten year olds eye and that feeling was horrendous for mother. A mother should always feel needed. Wanted! Loved even! There were no real reasons for her to feel unloved, it was simply that her child was growing up - and the next step in the process of ageing was high school. Mother could see it now - The ten year old would soon be on her own living a life of boyfriends and adolescence - hating her parent's for all she was worth.
Mother hated that thought it made her feel lonely even though the precarious situation was years away. The maternal clock started to tick louder and louder, suddenly she could stand the noise no longer. It was time to have another one. After all the thought of old age with one child who had categorically stated she was having no kids: Ever! Just didn't feel right.
Scary!
Thought's of grandchildren at thirty seven! Feelings that were egging her on for more children of her own! Not wanting to be a small family in her old age. Mother wanted more. Christmas around the family table with lots of grandchildren!
Mother was feeling old, frumpy and dowdy - only fit now for rearing children, body dysmorphia had truly set in - nothing hung right anymore! What more was there for her to do bar, bear children? Before she had time to change her ideas there was a little blue line on that stick! Oops, too late - no going back now, no second thoughts...
Awe no! Mother winced at the thought she was going to suffer from major sleep deprivation again. How, could she have possibly forgotten that one? The - two hour and up for a feed, routine! How could she have forgotten that as well? Putting the baby's bottle into her mouth and dozing off to sleep in the pretty little white rocking chair. Waking up to the sound of a choking baby, on mouthfuls of milk! Oops! Sorry sweetheart - love you really. Mummies just absolutely, dog gone tired, baby girl.
Then, theirs smelly, foul green nappies and oh my god!
"Where on earth did that black one come from? Ewe! What is that! Tar?"
God my boobs hurt. There letting down again and I'm not even feeding myself...uhuhhuhuh sob! This is so unfair - I want my mum!
Then as quickly as despair came - normality kicks in again overnight and the seven days are over. Hormones begin to disperse and normality kicks in - life starts to go on.
"Awe, isn't she beautiful!" croon's mothers best friend...holding her out-stretched while she projectile vomits on my new four hundred pound wool rug. Curdled milk sprays all over the walls of my newly painted living room, especially done I might add for the birth of mother's gorgeous new baby!
"Have you ever seen anything like her, look at her fingers, awe she's so cute and tiny!"
"Would you have any more?" ask your friends.
"Yeah, no bother!" Mother replies.
"It was easy can't even remember the pain at all even though it felt like giving birth to a horse!"
