I Don't Cut the Cake...

There are people in this life who cut cake and hand it out at birthday party's and social functions. I am not one of them. There are people who genuinely like it when their colleagues on maternity leave bring their children in to work for a visit. I am not one of them. There are people who have babies and get actively involved in mothers groups and play groups - today I became such a person.

If you had told me five years ago that I would become a stay at home mum who on Monday and Tuesday mornings, planned my child's sleep routine around get togethers with local mums and little kids, I would have laughed in your face... Afterall, these activities are for other people - like - um, my own mother, for instance...

But this morning, I loaded little Jimmy into the car and went to a play group at my local community centre. Once there, it was a bit surreal and while I enjoyed myself, I kept having flashbacks to my own childhood. There's just something about tiny chairs and tables, smeared play dough and the smell of over ripe fruit in the heat that takes you back to when you were very small... The main difference in the experience is that now I have a baby and I'm no longer scared of the toilet bowl and falling in...