You’re at that point in a computer game, the one where you think you’ve nearly finished. You’ve mastered the gameplay, you know all the little tricks and strategies that lowly beginners miss. You’re feeling pretty smug, then suddenly – rather than being congratulated for completing the game – a big ‘Level TWO’ sign drops into view! Within moments you discover that ‘Level TWO’ is much harder than ‘Level ONE’. This isn’t a game anymore.
I’m constantly sniffing the air to see if a nappy needs changing or (God forbid) a leakage has occurred. They say that Queen thinks the world smells of fresh paint, which must be awful. Wet paint gives me a headache. For me, I’m sure the entire world smells of poo.
I have poo tinnitus.
I’m not sure if ‘poo tinnitus’ is a ‘thing’, but if it’s not it should be!
OMG having two children is INFINITY harder than having just one! It simply isn’t double the work, it’s SO much more than that. The arrival of a second child COMPLETELY changed our family dynamic.
So it’s happened. You’ve been dreading it for months now and, finally, it’s here!!
HE/SHE (delete as appropriate) is…
In a moment, they’ve finally mastered forward propulsion and, with an unremarkable shuffle, your life just changed forever.
I’m so bored with the way we allow tired gender roles to limit our kids. Things must change.