As an adult one of my favourite things to do is watch someone ring my doorbell on the ring camera, watch them waiting there, while thinking to myself, who are they? What do they want? Have I annoyed someone? And never find out because I don’t answer
Sainsbury’s delivery guy called me ‘Mrs Wade’ about five times and I’ve never felt so old or insulted that he didn’t assume automatically that I was Mrs Wade’s daughter
I’m on holiday, but with my kids. It means I still get up 45 times a night and change shit and piss all day and get screamed at but I’ve changed locations
Always forget to not seek reassurance from my parents for anything. Showing them pictures of my postpartum stomach progress- ‘all those pictures look the same.’