Little Bastards and Instant Regret.
My head and chest are throbbing with the controlled un-controllableness. I crouch down in front of both the little bastards. And it just starts
Me: Do you think I fucking do this for fun? Fucking do you? I didn't really want either of you in the first place. I just mentioned it to Tired Mam once on a whim and now here you fucking are.
So we're stuck with it. But do you know what? I think I'm making the effort. I care for you both. I support you. I make sure you're fed properly. Do you think that fucking formula is cheap?
I talk to you, care for. Take an interest It isn't easy you know. I put a lot of time into this. And what do I get back?
They both remain silent. I am not surprised.
Me: Fuck all, that's what. You're both a couple of selfish, greedy little shits. When you're poorly, who takes care of you?
Me: Who makes sure you get plenty of sun? When your little arms get a bit weak, who supports them for you? Who took care of your greenfly?
Me: ONE fucking tomato! Is that how you repay me? ONE, between the fucking two of you. I am making the effort here. YOU are taking the piss. Both of you. It's not even red! You've been here fucking WEEKS! What do you think you're playing at?
I can no longer bear to look at them. I storm into the house to play with my children.
Tired Mam: Hey your tomato plants are doing well! One of them has THREE tomatos now.
TM: Yeah, the two flowers above the one big tomato have started to bear fruit. You wouldn't notice unless you were really looking.
I feel awful.