The Ratio

I'm such a procrastinator

Really? Noo. He says.

And i smile at what a week ago would have annoyed me.

The ratio is 8:1 she told us.

So in the morning i try to think


One. When i'm sick, he tells me to go to bed.

Two. He takes them all out to the supermarket, the park, the pools and doesn't think he deserves a medal afterwards like i sometimes do.

Three. He likes all my shows.

Four. He laughs at my jokes.

Five. He always changed nappies/wiped asses, bathed them and made food for them whenever i asked him to.

Six. He says 'Go out with your friends.'

Seven. He talks to TV/Movie characters like they can hear him.

Eight. He never bags me out to other people. Even if i do it to him.





I dreamt that someone wanted to take him away from me, she said she appreciated him and it wasn't her fault that i couldn't.

Even though i knew it was true I wanted to punch her in the face. Because he was mine.



- That's love. It must be.