homes are for mummies and we all love you

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Mothering Sunday ... It's that one day of the year which celebrates my failure as a woman. It's not really that I *forgot* to have children, just that it didn't happen. And it's unlikely to happen now, what with me being SO VERY OLD! I don't mind so much, but it does get so irksome when my Facebook feed is full of fellow UKians posting images of the lovely balloons, flowers, cards and other presents they received from their beautiful children this morning. Because, you know ... Mummies are amazeballs and they need to advertise this fact on social media. My kiddies love me! they proudly boast, as they compete with the other Yummy Mummies to see who came downstairs to the biggest and brightest bouquet imaginable. I wish there was a day just for me, and other people like me. Happy You're Not A Parent, But You're Still Wonderful, Here's A Card And Whatnot! Then I'd be able to compete with my other childless buddies and all the Mummies and Daddies in the world could grumble about how easy it is to have no children and we don't deserve a special Hallmark day. And to show that I'm genuinely not bitter ... Happy Mummies Day to all the UK Mummies! *grin* {the image is from Google and the title of this post is from the six year old me, written on a scrap of envelope to my Mumsy. she still has it.}