The selfishness of mothers
Mothers are terribly selfish folk. We abandon our kids and work in the smoke. We stay at home leeching the lives of our men, hoping to be well-kept idle women. We feed babies from bottles, or maybe from breasts, and it's either too distant or sexually obsessed. We give toddlers attention - too little, too much - and we don't seem to worry about keeping in touch with the little dears' needs and desires and fears, or the weird reddish patch to the rear of the ears. We refuse to contribute to the needs of the world, staying at home like little It girls, or we work and demand that we still be allowed to bring up our children, even have them around. A parasite true is the mother of young, and I must say, I've quite enjoyed being one.
(I really meant to say that I don't see why Rob and I should take up two jobs, when we only need one, and other people out there are unemployed and looking. Should I transfer the above to the lnc journal?)
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(But you are doing two jobs, you and Rob: or more than two. A nanny and a cleaner and a pessonal shopper for two people(at least) and a poet and a household-manager - and that's just you.)
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So I am.
Like Sylvia Plath! Aha! Where's my medication?
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Pregnancy and the kid's youth are my passes for insomnia; all the years I couldn't sleep before were just practice.
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