As far as I can see, having children is all about waiting. So those of you not used to queuing and waiting for hours and hours for stuff better get in practice. That’s it, off to the Post Office on pension day, its the only way to get a bit of practice. You see, so far, my journey of parenthood has involved:
- Waiting for 9 months for birth
- Waiting for three days in labour
- Waiting for the baby to move
- Waiting for sleep through the night
- Waiting for the first smile
- Waiting for the first word
- Waiting at the doctors surgery, once for two and a half hours with a screaming poorly child- I think I blogged about this
- Waiting to find the time to read a book, watch television in peace, do some sewing. I still spend a lot of time on this one
- Waiting for the summer months so the kids can play in the garden
- Waiting for lunch/ tea/ coffee at numerous cafes with other mums
- Waiting for a bit of peace and quiet. I’m told this could be a long wait
- Waiting until they reach 18.
- And, now with one week until my annual summer holiday (a week in North Norfolk), waiting until they get chicken pox.
My advice to anyone considering a child, go on some sort of course to develop and enhance your skills of patience and resignation, and start living the slow life.