It is not nice to be jealous of others or to give into envy, is it? It is probably a cardinal sin or something if that person is your own child, right? But I can’t help it.
Here I am on this Monday, suffering in bed with an attack of diverticulitis, only to receive a text from Daughter2 who has just started a six week jaunt around Europe. She is eating toast with chocolate sprinkles for breakfast and drinking beer in cathedrals in the Netherlands and I am … well, here country Australia.
I know I should be proud of her achievements, and happy for her success that allows her the luxury of regular travel. I mean, I can take some credit – I produced her! There is just this little part of me, filled with evilosity that just wants to explode.
Yes, I am also the mother that eats the last piece of cake.