Oh yeh I’m so jealous.
I’m jealous I don’t have a massive mortgage round my neck, suffocating me on a daily basis.
I’m jealous I don’t parade my kids all over the internet, even when they don’t want to be - and even after I’ve been warned about the dangers and undesirables out there who love to watch this kind of stuff.
I’m jealous I don’t get free tickets to events instead of having the pride of treating my child to a day out that I have worked for and earned.
I’m jealous I don’t know how to split a salmon fillet 5 ways and have bee wasting my cash all this time actually buying one for each of us.
I’m jealous I don’t live in a house where someone was murdered.
I’m jealous that I don’t feel contempt for my child but instead feel like a piece of my heart is walking around independently the whole time, and the thought of them being unhappy makes me want to rip my own heart out.
I’m jealous that I don’t have a little weedy, Pat Sharpe lookalike husband with a chavvy as duck Rangers tattoo down his leg and a smile Gromit would be proud of.
I’m jealous I don’t have the affiliate link to my cheap ass leggings so I could annoy my followers on Instagram or Facebook on the daily.
Anything else I’m missing?
I’m jealous I don’t have a massive mortgage round my neck, suffocating me on a daily basis.
I’m jealous I don’t parade my kids all over the internet, even when they don’t want to be - and even after I’ve been warned about the dangers and undesirables out there who love to watch this kind of stuff.
I’m jealous I don’t get free tickets to events instead of having the pride of treating my child to a day out that I have worked for and earned.
I’m jealous I don’t know how to split a salmon fillet 5 ways and have bee wasting my cash all this time actually buying one for each of us.
I’m jealous I don’t live in a house where someone was murdered.
I’m jealous that I don’t feel contempt for my child but instead feel like a piece of my heart is walking around independently the whole time, and the thought of them being unhappy makes me want to rip my own heart out.
I’m jealous that I don’t have a little weedy, Pat Sharpe lookalike husband with a chavvy as duck Rangers tattoo down his leg and a smile Gromit would be proud of.
I’m jealous I don’t have the affiliate link to my cheap ass leggings so I could annoy my followers on Instagram or Facebook on the daily.
Anything else I’m missing?