Evil Child

"Your Mum is so fat, that when she walked in front of the screen I missed two episodes of Coronations Street," said the evil, little 10 year old bitch that happens to go to the same school as my children.

"In fact," she continued, "when she fell down the stairs I thought it was the end of East Enders."

Oh ha, bloody, ha. Little viper.

I would never have said anything so down right spiteful, ever. Period. It understandably upset my children, who are also way more polite and sophisticated than the unpleasant girl could ever be.

Of course, I said I don't give a toss what some ten year old thinks - and honestly I don't - but I did find the words hurtful.

I ran 5km in 51 minutes last night. I am a fat momma. Live with it, bitch.