Ok, so maybe a baby on the way is making me feel a little grown up. But it’s been a few recent small things that has made me stop and think whoa I think I’m growing up.
It all started a few weeks ago when bending down became literally impossible, thanks to my baby bump. Hanging out the washing was a nightmare. And not just because I hate hanging out the washing, but because I couldn’t bend down to get the damn clothes out of the basket.
So when I got one of those trolley things that you sit your washing basket, to say I was bloody excited was an understatement. And then to top that off, on a recent trip to Howard’s Storage World I got a new peg basket. Icing on the washing basket trolley cake – why I do believe so.
So as if all this laundry excitement wasn’t enough, I then found myself making a dentist appointment. So what, I hear you say. I hate the dentist. Even more than I hate hanging out the washing. And I’ve managed to avoid a trip to the dentist for about the last 4 years. Maybe even more. Oh and that thud you just heard was my mum falling off her chair in disgust – she’s a big believer in regular dentist visits.
So after I hung up the phone after making the appointment of my own free will, yes you read correctly, my own free will, I suddenly thought… my goodness, I’m growing up. But then I have been practically begging my husband to come with me, coz I’m a big fat scaredy cat!
So do you think a nice fluffy mat for the floor around the toilet is pushing it too far?!
What makes you feel grown up? Or are we really just all big kids at heart!