I must not be jealous of Eve's relationship with her nanny. I must not be jealous of the way she always giggles when she sees the Boy and never at me. I must not be jealous of the expat women wandering around Central pushing their children in buggies while I dash out between meetings to grab a sandwich. I must not be jealous of my single or un-childed friends who do all sorts of glam and exciting things, staying out very late, while I sing heads, shoulders, knees and toes for the thousandth time. I must not be jealous of those celeb-mummies who, unlike me, don't still look pregnant 5 months after having their baby (and who can make it to the gym each day).
It has been a tough week. One of those when I feel I have done nothing very well.
Analogies of a sort
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