I don’t know about you, but I have a running commentary going through my head that sometimes reaches my mouth and spills over into ‘out loud’.
I have recently caught myself muttering about “the state of the fridge” and “I must get that shelf organised” and “where did that new Lego come from?!” under my breath as I potter about the house.
Last night, I found myself applying fake tan in relative darkness in the upstairs hall of my house because I didn’t want to turn on a light and wake anyone up.
“There Was A Time When This Was Much Easier” I mumbled out loud and then stopped myself.
There WAS a time when LOADS of things were different before we had kids – good and bad – but would I change any of it? Hardly.
“There Was A Time When…”
There was a time when days were endless
When the floors were squeaky clean
There was a time when high heels ruled my life
When my nails were polished, pristine
There was a time when nights were for partying
Drinking wine and chatting until dawn
There was a time when Sunday papers were read
Back to back – that day! – until they were gone
There was a time when leaving the house each day
Didn’t require a master plan
When a weekly grocery shop
Didn’t require loading up a van
There was a time when going on holiday
Was a simple ‘You and me’
When a weekend down the country
Wasn’t laden down with cots and buggies
There was a time when we shared a bed
Alone, wrapped in each others arms
When we slept right through ’til morning
Roused by plugged-in alarms
There was a time when our house was empty
We tried to fill it with stuff from Ikea
But then we filled it with children
And that was a much better idea.
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