Monday, October 24, 2011
Counting out loud - everything from stairs to mushrooms as you bag them at the supermarket - is one of the indelible marks of motherhood. As is pointing out diggers on the side of the road, even when you're in the company of adult friends who, really, could not care less. Going to the toilet with the door left slightly ajar 'just in case' is one that I'm hoping I'll grow out of very soon (as, no doubt, is the rest of the household).
Carrying a water bottle everywhere. Keeping an emergency muesli bar in my bag. Keeping an emergency fire engine in my bag (never know when you'll need one of those).
Never leaving a building without asking everyone in the vicinity (stranger or no) if they need to wee before we go.
An underlying sense of anxiety that never quite bubbles over and never quite disappears.
These are but some of the marks that motherhood has left on me. What have you got?