Today as I sat in Fitzroy Gardens waiting for @ellensimpson we were struggling to locate each other so we were texting locations. As I was texting, a man walked by and shouted at me ‘stop looking at your fucking phone, you’re missing it’ referring to my son. In that moment the shame he wanted to inflict smacked me. I felt a wash of humiliation for a moment. Until I remembered .... I had been up with Duke at 2am nursing him with Panadol, awake since 6am, made three breakfasts for him, wrestled him from kicking poo on me at 8.30am, cuddled up to him while he was clearly hurting with a cold, wiped at least 76 buckets of snot from his nose, attempted to brush his teeth while he just ate the toothpaste, made 2 lunches- both rejected- got him dressed in spite of him screaming and kicking, got him into the car despite him thrashing like a crocodile, took 30 minutes to walk down a 20 metre path because he stopped to point out every yellow cone and announce ‘yellow’ to each one.... Yes, you saw the one moment where I texted my friend my location and you shamed me for it. Reminds me of that Leunig cartoon a few years ago with the Mum looking at the phone and the baby falling out of the pram. You see that one moment, and you have no idea the other thousand that Mum has had that day. It took me by surprise for a moment before I gathered myself and screamed back ‘I’M MEETING MY FRIEND YOU FUCKING PIG’. Not my best work, and didn’t include all of the above, so I’m sharing it here - in case this pig follows me 🙃