You’ve seen them. The rain mac brigade. Matching blue plastic hoods engulfing their faces with only a hairy nostril poking out.
They always stride in synch; up a mountain track or dog walking on the beach. I don’t suppose they wake and decide twinsey outfits is the fashion statement of the day. But hey, who thinks electric blue bin bags or yellow padded ski jackets ( minus the snow) in his and her double purchases is OK ? It is kind of funny and to be fair, they are probably so in synch with each other it’s goes unnoticed in their day to day. I don’t think they wake up and plan to be carbon copies. Even the rich and famous get in on it. Who can remember the leather clad Posh and Beck’s ? Even Wills and Kate, bless them, have been known to double up on the country, rabbit hopping, wax jacket ensemble. Still future King and Queen aside, it’s a little creepy don’t you think ?
Which is why, way before I pushed out a baby I promised myself faithfully to never, NEVER ever, lose the essence of me in the singular. I wrote a list on the subject to endorse it.
My promise to me – to keep my hippy and happy with the occasional designer tag sense of style. And definitely , absolutely, will NOT be the parent in the pair who A ) digs outs matching baby and mummy outfits B) allows herself to be called Mummy…….by her husband.
And yet here I find myself three years into mummydom responding without a thought to my husbands question of ” Have you seen my I phone Mummy ? ”
OMG.
OMG.
OMG.
So how in hell did this morph of me and him to permanent parent status happen ?
And worse still. I can barely admit it….. I call him Daddy.
Yuk.
Just reading this back is making me PUKE.
I might as well admit it. We do it in public too…..
To be fair to us, we have contained it to only when Miss 3 is in earshot….I think. But still, its super cheese with extra mozzarella. It’s a big NO, NO – yes ?
My own parents did it of course. my main reason for the opposition. To the point that somewhere in my teenage years when mum finally, in a fit of rage one day ( I think Dad left the milk out or something) referred to our Daddy as “Terry” It totally threw me for a nano second.
Who the hell was Terry ?
Oh right…. Dad’s real name ? Who knew……
So yeah, I find myself in a conundrum with this one. I just cannot help myself and it seems neither can he. I desperately need and want to return to the days of “darling” or “sweetheart” but alas, for now, in this re invented life of two becomes three there is a new norm.
Still it’s not a big deal I suppose. It could be a whole lot worse…… that reminds me. I have to go now and check some recent new wardrobe purchases. I’ve got a horrible feeling about something………
Great post! I laughed out loud! 😀 don’t worry! It will pass…
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I really hope so !……I am beginning to dislike my own voice ! Thanks for stopping by !
Ha ha, I know the feeling. I’m sure it will only get worse and you will soon lose all remnants of your former self.
Your blog is very refreshing. I’m really enjoying reading about your experience as a mum and as a writer, so I’ve nominated you for The Liebster Award, an award given to new blogs with less than 200 readers to help spread the word and to encourage you to keep on blogging.
You can read all about it at http://elizaworner.com/2014/02/25/the-liebster-award/
Thank you ! Thank you for the nomination too ! I’ll pop off onto your blog now, for a hello and a nosey into what you are up to !