As I sat on the toilet this early morning, feeling mournful about having to get out of bed on a nice, chilly morning and the end of the glorious weekend, a depressing thought struck me.
If we had a kid, we'd have to wake up even earlier to bring the kid to the parents' place before we proceed to office. And if we were deadbeat by 6pm, we would still have to hold ourselves up and go get the kid home.
My spirits sank farther than it already was this Monday morning.
Maybe I'm still not ready to be a mum. :(
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