Tuesday, 20 August 2013

When did I get so old?

With no alarm & my son still asleep I found myself awake a 6.31 this morning. Rather than go back to sleep I got up and got on. By the time my wife's alarm went off I was washed, I'd put the clean washing away and I'd start to get our sons morning milk ready. I then fed my son and got his change bag ready for our day out shopping.

My wife, while looking in her full wardrobe, decides she had no clothes. How very convenient baby! She then pulled out a cardigan I'd never seen her wear before. How do you not have enough clothes when you have things you have not worn for 3 1/2 years?

We were ready to leave just after 9 and after a quick stop to pick up my mother-in-law we were on our way to shopping. Our son slept on the way so was refreshed when we got there. We worked our way slowly round the shops and bought a few little bits but nothing major.

Just after 12 we went for some lunch. My first experience of TGI Fridays, pretty weird going on a Tuesday, it was a lovely meal, despite the stroppy son, who just wanted our food instead of his own. Our waiter was lovely, even noticing my Rushden shirt, I was particularly impressed with his attention to detail, every time I finished one coke he was over with another and when my order, which was brought over by another waitress, arrived it had no chips. As soon as he came over he noticed the missing chips and asked if they were sorting it for me.

After lunch I felt very old. Yesterday was spent gardening and today we bought ourselves proper coats! When did this happen? We bought a couple more things including a pair of Nike trainers for our son before we went home.

Once home, my wife decided that the best way to encourage our son to crawl was to crawl around. So for the next 10 minutes we crawled round him. It had no effect whatsoever, he just looked at us like we were crazy.

I'm pretty tired after a busy day, but as its Tuesday I'll watch Smallville before bed.

Thanks for reading

Adam Edward Grant

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