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 ? ”
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.
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………