Growing Up....

When I was young, people asked me, "do you have a boyfriend?"
When I had a boyfriend, people asked me "When are you getting married?"
When I got married, people asked me "When are you having a baby?"
When I had a baby, people asked me, "When are you having number two"

The answer should be "None of your bloody business!". Why should we conform?  I was perfectly happy single. Okay I was desperate for a child and if I had not have been blessed, I would have changed my life in some other way. You may have found me selling watermelons on a beach in Thailand. And for the record, again, I am not having a brother or Sister for Charlotte. I am 43 and skint. For goodness sake.

My sister is getting married. Oh dear, I ask the same questions! Woops. Well good luck to them. I look forward to being Matron of Honour. I wanted to be a Maid but it's Matron because I am over the hill, full of wrinkles and have a husband. The hen night was fabulous. A great and proper girls night out - lovely Italian meal, lots of wine, laughter and chatter followed by some Karaoke tunes. All lovely and pleasant. I would hate to be a Stag.. although my future bro-in-law did come home with his eyebrows intact and he was not tied naked to a lamppost.

I was a blubbering mess last week when my little girl left her room at Nursery, "Little Learner Shakers" to start next door the following week at the Early Learning Centre in the same nursery! What am I going to be like next year when she goes to "big school"? Watching my child grow up is so emotional.  It is for all Mums of course and Aunties/God Mother's etc, but wonderful fun at the same time.