My purse is overflowing friends!
Not with money.
There’s no cash in there, remember? Our bureaucrat pals took all of my moola so that my child can have a stimulating environment to learn and build strong relationships in while I’m at work.
You might think I would be grateful! That I would appreciate a safe haven where my daughter is held and loved, fed and changed, rocked and sung to.
What I do not appreciate is paying for this love and learning through the ass.
Going to work every day only to hand over my entire pay cheque because the leaders of my province do not open their eyes to see that families are struggling.
Struggling to pay bills, to eat, to fill their cars with gas.
Going to work but not making any money.
BUT my purse is still heavy!
And I’m running out of pockets to hold everything.
So, because I’m generous I think I’ll just give the contents of my purse away!
And because I’m a loyal Canadian I’m going to give them to the people I detest right now… the decision makers, policy changers, and members of Parliament who do not know, or care, what it is like to use their own services.
Reach into my purse.
And pull out all I have left.
A big fat THROAT PUNCH.