Imagine a raspy blues voice…
Mmmm, I got the blues
The single mom blues, yeah.
Sick as a dog, and kids to raise
Dishes in the sink,
And no one but me
Baths and dinners
Homework and time outs
Don’t stop, noooo
Just ’cause a single mom’s sick
Ok, so that’s the extent of my poor lyric writing skills. I won’t burn your ears or your eyes further.
I’m sick as a fucking dog. Nausea, lack of appetite, exhaustion, chills, you name it. Being a parent doesn’t stop just because of illness, and that goes double for a single parent.
Not complaining, just expressing myself in song form. It is what it is. But it also explains the lack of anything remotely sexual from my corner of the world, too.
In a perfect world, I’d have a partner, a back-up, but like millions of us, that’s not the case. I’ll find rest when I can and grit my teeth when I can’t.
And just so you don’t think I’ve completely lost my mojo, I did post a picture of my tits on Tumblr today. I got tired of seeing nothing but perfect boobs, so I fixed it and posted some that are decidedly not perfect.