Because I am about to crack 30 000 words, (which means I only have 20 000 to go) I rewarded myself today with an outing to mother’s group. But I don’t think I’m going back again. And this is why:
‘My baby sleeps from 8pm to 7am now.’
‘Oh so does mine, has done for weeks.’
‘Mine is 7 to 7. I get so much done and a good night’s sleep as well.’
‘And how about those feeds? Down to twenty minutes.’
‘Oh, max. Usually it’s fifteen.’
Are they for real? Sleeping through the night? Eating in less than an hour?
Miss Q clearly did not get those memos.
Then again, I don’t sleep a huge amount and I get hungry every three hours too. So she may not look like me, but by those facts alone I’m assured she’s my girl. And since she is, I suppose I’ll keep her.
She’s just a free thinker, is all. Not conforming to the norm, finding her own way, forging her own path.
And I’m proud of that thinking, I am. No little sheep is my girl. She won’t be diving off the cliff like some sort of lemming.
She’ll be bravely holding fast against the winds of popularity. Challenging conventions, fighting the establishment.
Now about those pesky 20 000 words.
I could write them a whole lot faster if she was more like the other kids…