the twinkle in my eye

yesterday i kept noticing all the things you get used to as a parent.

firstly, in the morning i bumped into some colleagues in a cafe. one is a mum of young adults, another has a daughter the same age as the twinkle, and the third doesn’t have kids. the second one was talking about how well her breast pumping is going and that she has enough stored to be able to go out to dinner. the first woman was impressed and i took a moment to boast about my pumping prowess back in the day. we looked over at the third woman and she had stopped sipping her latte and pushed it away. apparently we’d put her off all dairy products for the day. you get so used talking about milking yourself like a cow that you don’t realise it’s not talked about in polite company.

later in the day back at the office i went to the toilet and i actually almost forgot to shut the cubicle door before sitting down. i’m so used to leaving the door open so that the twinkle knows where i am and i know where she is.

near the end of the day i dropped in to a work function with the twinkle who i had to pick up early from the baby factory due to runny poo (the usual story). as i politely socialised, the twinkle kept sticking her hand into my glass trying to fish out the ice, leaving behind tiny bits of cheese and cracker crumbs and strawberry pulp. a horrified woman offered to get me a fresh drink that didn’t have crumbs in it. i hadn’t even registered that my drink was being contaminated. i was just glad she was staying in my lap and being quiet!

i wonder what else we get used to and don’t even notice.

happy birthday to special k. oh boy is she special to me.