Yay for Easter, our spring time re-appropriated holiday of fertility and rebirth. I affectionately refer to the holiday as Zombie Jesus Day, because really, what else do you call something that has come back from the dead? And why do so many Christians chide me when I tell them that I'm afraid of zombies? After all, their religion is based on it.I feel like a shitty mom today, though. I didn't get the kids any baskets. I got shamed for going out two nights in a row, after I've basically stayed home with these kids from birth until now. As my kids play right now, one is shirtless and both are dirty and in bad need of a hair washing. I was too exhausted last night to give them a bath. I'm just burnt out and feel very irritated that their father shoulders none of the responsibility for any of these things. The reason that I basically lost my weekend alone is because he watched the kids while I was having an abortion.
Fuck this. I'm not going to go gently and quietly into my role as a martyred single mother. The measly $250 a month I (might) get in support each month isn't worth it.
