Amy Winehouse May Quit Music Biz To Become A Wife and Mum, Heaven Help Her - Page 2
Then, there are the children to consider. So let's consider them. When you first discover you are pregnant, nature has this sweet way of making you see the world in a different light. It's like waking up to a beautiful summer day as a kid. The sky seems bluer, the breeze seems sweeter and every creature in the world is smiling at you. You imagine that anything is possible and carefree days of baking cookies and having picnics with your sweet, pink-cheeked child are all that await you. But alas this too is a mirage, for the fickle hand of fate has something else in store for you my little ano, tatted songstress. The new mother joy quickly fades and what you are left with are frayed nerves and a shattered soul as the laundry begins to pile, the dishes stink from neglect and you've changed what seems like the millionth diaper of the day, when suddenly and without warning, your child pukes green vomit all over you. And this, this is a GOOD day.
Wait until they start talking and tell you that despite your sacrifices (in your case a world of adoring fans and the adulation of the greatest music critics) that you are IN FACT, the worst mother on earth, they hate you and wish you'd die. Only then, will you have grasped what a grave error in judgment you've made.
I kid.
Good luck with that family shizz Amy. It's SO MUCH BETTER than exploring your creative talents and traveling the world playing to audiences of fans who adore you. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Dumbass.
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