So I go to this playgroup on a Thursday that is frequented by a few 'Jamies' (stay-at-home-dads). If I’m honest, when I first started going, I thought they were a load of losers.
So stuck was I in my ‘men do work, get pennies while woman make house and babies lovely-nice’ as I was, I could not bend my head around the idea of a man being able to do the HARDEST JOB IN THE WORLD EVER.
Definition of HARDEST JOB IN WHOLE WORLD EVER = Staying home with the children full time, sacrificing all career, time-to-self, social-life and ‘nipping anywhere quickly’ opportunities forever more.
I am the kind of person who has to have something to look forward to. A goal, a target, an aim, a focus. For the last six months, that focus was our Centreparks holiday.
I had visions of all the fresh air making the children sleep in longer.
The cycling bringing a chance to chat with the husband about life's banalities, while the children pointed out birds and interesting leaves from their (light) trailers attached to the back.
I started getting piles when I was pregnant with my first child. I did not even know what they were. I thought it was her head coming out and raced to hospital.
Yes, silly me. My piles have embarrassed me in so many ways.
I’ve had to show them to more doctors, nurses, midwives and medical students than I’ve had bikini waxes. I always know which doctor will be seeing me, the young, attractive one. McDreamy of the NHS
So now you can eat what you like then get it sucked out later. Ridiculous. Just eat less in the first place. Why is it, that if you are overweight and shift some pounds, everyone tells you how great you look and is really nice to you, but if you are too thin all you get is grief?
My husband just lost a fair amount of weight, and I’m happy for him and his health. Honest.