This a spin off of the popular ‘Things you will do as a parent you will not like’ series on my blog. Like most spin offs it’s not quite as good as the original and leaves you feeling a bit sad about life.
Joking! It’s ace just not as ace as the last one. Probs.
When you first bring home your baby from hospital it feels a bit like you’re playing at being parents, then you have another one and it definitely feels like you might actually be a proper grown up mum or dad but you still worry someone might spot that you’re not the real deal. Then one day you find yourself saying this:
It’s got great schools.
And you’re fucked. That’s it you’re definitely a parent now. Immediately you start to look back with fondness on the days when you were just pretending.
I have a photo on the mantelpiece of my friends and I watching the sunrise at Glastonbury festival one year. We are all wrapped in a blanket wearing deely boppers swigging warm wine. Every time that photo hears me say ‘It’s got great schools’ the drunk girl with the deely boppers fades away, pretty soon there will be just a dark shadow remaining where my face was.
But that’s OK ‘cos we live in an area that has great schools.
Whose pants are these?
There are pants in the* washing basket that I do not recognise. A bit like the UN doesn’t recognise Somaliland but swopping international politics for soiled knickers.
On the small screen a mother of two finding mystery pants in the wash would be the start of a fantastic new soap storyline, but these are not lacy black pants belonging to my disappeared-sisters-business-partners-wife who I donated a kidney to 6 months ago. These are tiny pink pants with Hello Kitty on the front and a poo stain on the back.
Because when you have small children they sometimes come home in entirely different outfits to the one you sent them out in that morning. Best not to ask why.
*in the first draft I wrote ‘my’ washing basket but then I remembered my feminist credentials and disowned the wicker fucker.
Where are all my tights?
There are two females in our house. Eeh Bah Mum, 42 and Eeh Bah Daughter, 4 quite how our clothes get mixed up is a mystery to me. ‘But it’s a t-shirt with a tiger on it!’ he exclaims. Yes darling it’s Kenzo. It’s mine.
For some reason tights cause the biggest problem, my daughters tights have stars, rainbow stripes and unicorns on them, mine are black M&S 60 deniers. Don’t get me wrong I would LOVE a pair of unicorn rainbow stripe tights but I think Mr Eeh Bah would probably hurt himself laughing.
Also M&S selling funky adult tights feels a bit too much like it might be one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Don’t lick that!
Don’t lick what? you ask. EVERYTHING.
What is it with small children and licking things? I get the baby development stage where stuff goes straight in the mouth to explore but why are my children still doing this now they can walk and talk?
I asked why they were licking the platform at Leeds train station and was told that they were trying to see if they could taste the trains. Expect to see the results of this in depth sensory experiment published soon. Probably in the pre school newsletter.
Sorry Sweetie, the ride is broken.
I don’t like lying to my children but it works so damn well. I have told them: children aren’t allowed full packets of crisps, ALL Thomas the Tank Engine rides are broken (universal design fault) and it’s illegal to wee in the flower beds in town. Actually that last one might not even be a lie.
As for the rides outside the supermarket being broken everyone says this, apart from one evil parent who insists on ruining it for everyone else, innocently coughing up 50p outside Sainsbury’s. Do you think they know how much everyone else hates them?
Which twisted individual came up with the idea to have rides outside Tesco’s in the first place?
‘What can we do to ‘reward’ all those families that shop with us? Ooh I know! How about we make them spend an extra 10 minutes every single time they enter or leave our store arguing with an angry 2 year old over a rubbish ride that brings in miniscule profits which will have literally no effect on our revenues? They’ll love us for it!’
Hey Mr Supermarket Bigwig next time you’re trying to attract customers into your store why not just take the frickin’ rides away instead of handing out crappy price match vouchers for 7p off our next shop? I will PAY you the price match difference if you take that stupid plane ride away.
I’m off to do the supermarket shop. Without the kids.
I might treat myself to a ride on the plane…..