This one is about things I don’t do.
Being a mum is a funny old thing. Never in my life have I been so busy, yet moved so damn slowly. By the time each day comes to a close I’m weary and aching for bed despite, on the face of things, having achieved relatively little (if we discount keeping two small children alive).
For instance, in a pre-child life, if someone were to ask me what I got up to at the weekend and I replied that I went swimming and to the supermarket all in one day, the person asking might look at me as if to say ‘and…?’. With children, doing two different things in 24 hour period is something to be proud of. Medal-winning territory.
And yet, despite the many…