A couple of months ago I was asked to join a book club. So I did. As it turns out, it seems that I am the only single, non-preggers, and non toddler toting person in the group. I think I was tricked into a little mommies club, and after two hours in that room, I left feeling incredibly happy to be a single, child and fetus-free person. We played the "introduce yourself and say the highlight of your Christmas break" game. I went last. After hearing stories of "Little Jimmy pooped in the toilet for the first time" and "little Janey was going to build a snowman and ate the carrot that was supposed to be the nose (tee hee)" and "Poor Simon Jr had the sniffles and an earache" I debated whether I should lie or tell the truth. So I told the truth. "The highlight of my Christmas was, on boxing day, sleeping until 11:00, getting up for brunch, and then going back to sleep until 3:00 and then getting dressed only to go to the cinema". I was envied. I felt slightly cruel, but it was fun.
I'm sure I'll probably find myself in the Little Mommies Club eventually, but for now I'm happy wtih my freedom and a baby-turd free toilet.
Oh, I wish I could've been there! Wouldn't that have been fun? Mmmmmh.... but I so hear you. Couldn't agree more. Minus the last bit. Make mine a dog.
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Dear Flatmate
ReplyDeleteTrust me when I say that the dear concept of a dog at one's side is not much better in reality.
Last night my dear little one had diarrhea 3 times at 10:00, 12:00 and 2:30.
Then my poor hairy child leaned off my bed a little after 3:00 and puked his dear little heart out.
He is a darling little puppy but still very much in the gross zone.
Fair warning from a friend across the sea,
~Ciaran