My Shin Warmer

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.



2 thoughts on “My Shin Warmer

  1. And then toddlerhood approaches and you find yourself thinking of the things you used to be able to do with a babe or before… Like…
    Shopping. All kinds. Grocery, clothes, quick grab and run. It’s all an adventure, juggling a screaming child in the trolley throwing all sorts of food at them to keep you sane. Either grabbing clothes and hoping you can return them if they’re no good once you’ve tried them on at home or quickly changing to the sounds of raa raa.
    Cooking dinner with a ‘helper’
    And not so bad… the being woken in the morning with pretend food being shoved in your mouth as your toddler sits on your tummy to feed you ‘breakfast in bed’
    I’m sure it’s all different again when they get to school age and teenagers. Now that will be a blog as a half.

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