A Mask- You just don't want to see me
First of all, I need to thank you for reading this blog. Just for my first day of Google Ads I have made £2! Can you believe it? You guys rock! I have never been so happy for earning such a small amount of money. I might be able to sponsor another child if it continues. Keep clicking, dear reader, keep clicking!
But unfortunately I am also worn out. Being a mummy takes its toll: my little one has flu-like symptoms and I can only sleep a few hours every night. If you can call that sleep, of course. Apparently it is a virus, and there isn't much to do apart from waiting and taking care of her as best as I can. As a result, I look far from yummy. I have bags under my eyes and haven't had time to wash my hair for what seems to be ages. Not to mention my growing moustache. Every cloud has its silver lining: I haven't had time to have lunch today because my older one was feeling left out and dragged me to see 'The Hunger Games' with her. I can't believe this movie is rated 12a. It is so violent that I am still in shock just thinking of it. It is all about teenagers killing other teenagers. Lovely. 'Sex And The City' should have been rated PG: no- one dies in it. When has violence become more acceptable than sex? I think that deep down I remain very French. To me, sex and more generally relationships are more acceptable than violence. What did I miss? Maybe I am just being negative today.
Given the fact that I look like a ghost I might have to buy a wig and a mask. A woman's got to do what a woman's got to do. Or maybe I should wear a mini-skirt to draw attention to my legs rather than my face. Or show some cleavage. Any advice would be welcome. For some reason, because I am French my friends used to think that I am naturally stylish. Well, I hope I don’t bump into them today.
Gosh I could use a little nap right now. When does it stop?