This morning I woke up to a quiet house. I remember in primary school being proud of myself if I woke up before my dad came in to wake me in the morning. (Side note, as a particularly hard child to wake, my dad once told me there were dolphins in the pool in the backyard – I’m yet to forgive him for that untruth, but it got me out of bed).
Anyway, this morning I woke up before the baby to the peaceful noise of nothing. This used to be such a normal Saturday task. Granted it was often after 7:17am, but I relished it. It got me thinking; so many things I used to do on my own I don’t anymore. (I can hear my mum saying ‘It’s not forever, one day they’ll all be gone and you’ll be by yourself’) I’m not complaining.
Here is a list of things I used to take for granted as being individual tasks.
1. Eating: I don’t know how fancy your Saturday morning breakky was this morning. But this is mine, accompanied by the high-pitched electronic tune of twinkle-twinkle.
2. Going to the toilet. I’ll leave it at that, but let’s just say before I had a kid I used to think it was disgusting when people took babies into the toilet with them. Now I understand the logic behind it, that often the only other choice is leaving them outside the cubicle in a shopping centre of kidnappers… potentially.
3. Vacuuming. Thanks to an ungodly fear of the Hoover I vacuum in a stationary position with one ten month old firmly clutching my shins while I bend and stretch as far as my radius will allow, then move on. It’s time consuming.
4. Having a shower: Turns out a shower curtain is no match for a fully clothed crawler on a mission to working out how the drain works.
But I love every minute of my mini-attachment.