Every day is judgement day.

A few days ago Charlotte and I were waiting at line at the service station. Sometimes I leave her in the car with the doors locked while I quickly pay, especially if we're only at our local one, but we were filling up at the Lanyon servo near my boyfriend's house and it was very busy and hot, so I brought her in with me. Anyway, we were in line and Charlotte was pointing at all the lollies and saying, 'Whas dat? Whas dat? Lollies?' And I was telling her yes they're lollies but she wasn't having any because we were having dinner soon. The woman in front of us turned around and said, 'Is that your baby?'

She seemed nice enough, even if she looked a bit bogan and didn't say 'excuse me' or anything. I said yes and smiled at her. She then said 'bit young aren't you? Bet that was a mistake.' And sneered at Charlotte. Charlie obviously had no idea what was going on and just kept babbling about chocolate, but I was so shocked I didn't even say anything back. She paid and left. We paid and left. And that should've been the end of it.

But I'm still shaking my head at this two days later and wishing I'd just punched her in her smug face. If Charlotte was screaming and having a tantrum and being destructive, even though its none of her business, I would sort of understand why she'd taken it upon herself to pipe up and comment on MY life. But Charlie wasn't doing anything but being her super cute self, talking to me in her little voice and pointing out things she liked. Why would she be a 'mistake'?

People used to ask me how I was going to tell my daughter when she's older that she was a mistake. And I'd say to them, why would I ever do that. She wasn't. I made the mistake. Keeping her wasn't a mistake, it was the single most important decision of my life and I know I made the right decision. Everyone that knows us knows I made the right decision. I really wish I'd just said this to that awful woman. What a bitch.

Last night my mum looked after Charlie for me so my boyfriend and I could go on a date. When I got home I laid in her tiny little bed with her while she slept, which I normally do, and smelt her hair. I know, I'm creepy. But she's my best friend. And I ended up falling asleep. At about 1am she woke me up by saying MUMMY DON'T and pushing me out of her bed. She's a crazy psycho but still I would never, EVER tell her she's a mistake. When she's old enough I'll tell her everything, and I'll also tell her how when I started getting my belly, when she'd kick me from the inside, even when I was in the most pain of my life in labour how I wanted her more than anything. And anyone who tells her different will be getting a punch in their smug face.