Fun Friday: Warning: you’ll get the giggles!

Happy Friday!!

How much do we really need or want to know?

Last week I had to go to the Doctor for a lovely eye infection. Yes conjunctivitis is a lovely look. Anyway so I was there getting a script for some eye drops and the Doctor asked if my Hubby had been for his blood test to see if he carries a family gene thingy. (Yes that’s medical terminology, I promise). I mentioned that he hadn’t yet but we’d get round to it.

The doctor than started going on about that there were other tests couple’s could have done before they try for a baby. As she talked about cystic fibrosis, yadda yadda yadda, I sat there and wondered how much do we really want to know, or should we embrace the medical technology that is now available to us?

You see my mother-in-law has this gene 19 thing and had 4 healthy boys and was none the wiser. So when it was picked up in my niece when my sister-in-law was pregnant a flurry of tests followed only to discover that the gene had been passed on in a balanced form. Are you following me? No, don’t worry, I’m confused too.

My point, yes I have one and I’m getting there, is that back in the day when my Hubby and his 3 brothers were born, none of the scans, tests etc were around. Does the advancement in technology make us a bunch of worriers, sometimes for no reason? Or like I said should we be embracing the technology and be grateful that we have access to it in the first place?

I guess it’s a doctors job to give everyone all the options available to them, but sometimes it all scares the crap out of me. Anyway, as always, what do you think?

Those were the days.

Fairy Wings

When I grow up or invent time travel which ever comes first I’d like to be a kid. A blissifully happy, pink wearing, cupcake eating, fairy wing donning kind of girl.

It’s a classic case of we always want what we don’t have, until we have it and then… well you know how it goes. We spend so much time as a kid wanting to be grown up, wearing mum’s high heels and make-up, playing mum to dolls, that when we hit adulthood, sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Suddenly school Monday – Friday 9am – 3.15pm, with a gazillion weeks holiday a year doesn’t seem so bad, or a couple of days at preschool were funfilled playdates. While pocket money wasn’t much it didn’t have to go towards a mortgage or a phone bill. Stuffing yourself full of cake and lollies was not met with ‘watch your weight’ and being a little tubby was endearing ‘baby fat’.

Putting stuff on your face consisted of pink glitter and having butterfly wings painted on your cheeks, not the pressure of making sure your foundation matched your skin tone, and the pressure of applying eyeliner with the upmost precision.

Dirty clothes meant you’d had a fantastic time playing in the park, and not that you were a grub. Chucking a sickie had less consequences, and daytime naps were encouraged, not discouraged. Oh the day time nap.

While chucking a tantrum is still met with disapproving looks, there’s nothing like the feeling of relief after having a bloody good cry. Kid, or otherwise.

An outing to the shopping centre in a princess tiara and fairy wings was met with ‘oh isn’t she just adorable’, not um, excuse me it’s not fancy dress day at Coles today, nor would it mean you’d had a massive night out at a fancy dress party and were on your way home at 10am the morning after the night before.

And so I have to leave you now and return to my adult life. But maybe I’ll sneak in a cupcake and a daytime nanna nap. However, I think I’ll save the fairy wings for, you know, things like doing the dishes. At the end of the day, it’s always good to be a big kid at heart.