As weird as it may sound, there’s nothing that’ll make you feel less like a grown up than having a kid. Not only am I no longer allowed to drink or smoke, my chances to visit grown up places (cinemas, theaters, night clubs even) are limited and I occasionally need someone to cut my food into tiny pieces (if baby girl is sitting in my lap and I only have one free hand).
This is absolutely not a complaint, because we definitely don’t sit around doing nothing. People keep asking me what I do with my spare time and even though (before the day before yesterday) I hadn’t left baby’s side for longer than it took me to take a shower, we’ve been keeping ourselves pretty busy. Our ladybug has been with us everywhere ever since she was born so she seems to very much enjoy our weekly restaurant visits, for example. I’ve even stopped holding my breath when we go to fancier places, because I know she won’t squeal and whine and disturb the other guests. She just sits around quietly, inspects the interior design and when she manages to get the servers’ attention, she flirts and smiles at them. We go for walks, we shop, we renovate our home and have guests over. We travel around and go places with our little girl always by our side.
So the day before yesterday we decided to leave her at home with her grandmother and go to an outdoor concert-kind of thing for two hours. Did we have fun? Sure did. Did I feel like an awful person and the worst mum of the year (even though they did great and didn’t miss us at all)? Hells yes.
There’s no pleasing me, that’s for sure.