Bad Parenting
I’m bad at looking after stuff. Pretty much anything really. I think I’m good at looking after the things I care about but inevitably it will probably end up lost or broken.
This is Roy. I got him for my 21st birthday…which was in July. He’s 6 months old. He’s dead. I’m sorry Roy, but you were very needy. Don’t water him enough? He starts dying. Water him to much? He starts dying. I got quite good at judging it and he looked very well for a while. Then his soil went moldy for no reason at all. I probably should have changed his soil but that sounded a bit important and scary so I scraped the mold off and watered him again. This ended in his death. A bad call on my behalf.
This is Stanley. Stanley Owl. He lost his right eye. I don’t even know how it happened. I think that makes it worse. I clearly neglected him too much and probably threw him around too often. I would sew the eye back on but I’m bad at sewing. I’m sorry Stan.
If my possessions are anything to go by then I’m going to be a very bad mother! Though hopefully my kid won’t loose an eye… or die…
