This month I am taking part in Yummy Mummy in Training’s ‘Blog every day in August’ challenge. Read all my posts to date here.
Day 28 is ‘When I grow up’.
Does anyone really ever grow up? I suppose there are some people I can think who seem a lot more ‘grown up’ than me.
Those who do the ironing for their partner and have a tidy, sparkly clean house all of the time. Those who own a leather-bound Filofax which is with them at all times.
Those who don’t find children’s TV funny, and don’t secretly wish they were the presenters.
Of course I am a grown up in many of the ways I imagined as a young(er) person.
I have a job, a house, my own children. I listen to Radio 4 and watch Question Time (when Mr ExpressionConfession allows. He gets annoyed at “normal people getting awkward about politics”).
Crucially though, I don’t do any ironing, which leads nicely onto…
I recently wrote in my post 37 reasons to love life, now I’m 37 about my love for ‘being silly’.
What I meant by this is that I find it provides relief from the pressures of modern family life to just let go. Do something stupid. A silly dance, an inane text with one of those ridiculous smilies, singing with my children to tots tunes, gurning, relating an inappropriate joke I heard at work.
Ignoring the washing up because I just feel like it. Not even noticing the ironing (what’s that?).
Not (completely) growing up is a lot of fun, and it lightens the load.
Read day 29 here.