I get it. You’re not a baby person. But have the fuckin’ decency to at least say hello when a child runs upto you and croons sweetly, “Hiiiii!”, instead of pretending he didn’t exist. And when that child happens to be my Nibbles, I really wish I could grab a hold of you – you extinguisher of the light in his eyes – and viciously shake your cold person till that fat stick falls out of your arse.

I knew that mommyhood would bring with it a slew of emotions – pride, love, fear, joy; I never expected violent rage to top the charts so often.