These are some somewhat surprising things I find myself doing/thinking/experiencing:
Rocking and/or pushing in a soothing, to and fro manner, the Woolworths trolley...
Talking about myself in the third person ("Mama loves you Oti", "Mummy's here")...
Giving Phil a silent high five or thumbs up whenever he or I manage to get Otis to sleep... How dorky!
Running to the door and listening every minute or two when I am hanging out the washing during Oti's sleep...
Stinking of vomit and not caring one little bit!
Sitting at Redfern Station with an exposed breast — nipple and all — and not caring... Not one bit!
Hanging out at Ashfield Mall's Michele's Patisserie with a bunch of much older mothers, and actually enjoying conversations pertaining to the frequency and colour of baby excrement...
Singing "Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree" with the sort of gusto I used to reserve for karaoke...
Starting my day at 5... With a smile on my face!
Having 3 minute showers... And, no, it's not out of environmental consciousness, although I am happy to claim that! Otis gets shirty very quickly in the shower, and I can't wash my hair or shave my legs when he's in there with me, so all I ever do is a quick all-over soaping and a rinse once I've washed and soothed him. Whoever suggested that babies find showers/baths relaxing obviously never met Oti! He's happy for the first minute... Sometimes.
Shopping in KMart... Every f$%#ing day!
Preferring to stay at home with my husband and my son over getting dressed up and going out drinking with my friends...
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