Having kids won’t change me.
do all the things we love to do.
simply come, too.
HA HA HA HA HA
Famous last words indeed!!
What crazy woman said that…?
see, for all our ‘gunnas’, that’s not quite how it turned out. Because, babies
DO change you, don’t they? Your body and soul morphs into mumminess and those squishy
little babs turn your whole world upside down and inside out. But most
importantly…this is a good…no….GREAT thing, because my little lumplings
truly changed me for the better. And this is how….
- Pop out for a long, lazy brunch?
Sure! I was all up for that. Maybe throw in a quick shop after?
But
now? Going anywhere is a carefully orchestrated operation. I admit; I do not do
‘spontaneous’ so well anymore. Especially now with two kids. I need to weigh up
the hours to nappy ratio, throw in another for good measure…drink bottles,
spare jocks, hats/coats/sunscreen, snacks, toys….hang on…did you say brunch?
Sorry. No can do. Morning sleep. Then a few months later it becomes arvo sleep
hence lunches are now out. And brunch? Sweetheart, I eat breakfast at 7am.
Brunch is simply lunch sitting#1.
:
more effective planning and organising.
- I was totally NEVER going to be
that disgusting woman who picked their child up in the middle of a crowd to
smell their nappy. I promised myself I would never pull the elastic back for a
second confirmation sniff, whilst mid sentence in conversation. A great, big,
dirty waft of crap, with an eye roll, bag rummage and swift strides to the
nappy change room, OR WORSE…Just plonk the child down then and there and
change it right under everyone’s nose!
But
now? I do it…I do it all the time…How else am I meant to know if they’ve
pooed? And if there is no changing facility (obviously I use a bit of tact),
but sometimes the ground then and there is the best, if not only, option.
not about me or my embarrassment anymore. My child’s comfort is my priority.
You will just have to suck it up.
- What’s this?? OMG!!! A massive
zit on my face! Everyone’s going to see it! Oh the humiliation. Everyone is
looking at it.
What
a complete waste of energy that was! How self inflated was my ego? NO.ONE.CARED.
Sheeks…after baby, I went out with milk stains across my chest, greasy hair
piled on top of my head and the stench of baby vomit reeking from some item of
my clothing that I couldn’t be bothered finding…and that’s if I ventured out
at all. OK, so perhaps lacking in a little self pride, but it truly is all a
bit of a blur.
to impress yourself, but truthfully, relax…people who really care; just don’t
care.
- Ooohhh…I can’t be bothered
cooking tonight…Let’s go out…Let’s try somewhere new. Or perhaps a few
drinks with friends, or a movie, or head off for a massage. Anything…anytime.
freedom is a brain twist to me right now. Carefully negotiated leave passes are
now coordinated on our calendar, as we trade football games for wine bars, and cycles for ladies night.
am truly much more appreciative of any down time I get now with friends and
family.
- Yawn…Little bit dozey…might pop
down for a nice nanna nap, methinks. Snuggle down, read a trash mag in bed.
Sleep in after a night out.
are memories I fantasize about. Even when I do get the chance for a sleep in, I
can’t bloody sleep any more! I can hear them; if not running through the house,
then in my mind, running through all the jobs that need to be done. A friend advised
me that once I sucked it up and simply accepted that I would be tired for a few
years, then I would be at peace with it. But I am NOT at peace. I miss it like
a lost friend. It is, however, definitely getting easier to run on less.
have got a lot to cram in to these waking hours. Sleeping is
cheating….apparently…
so I sigh as I remember that girl…the freedom…the independence….the lack
of responsibility of little lives….She was OK.
