We’re moving house this week. My most hated task EVER. And when you add a 21 month old and 4 month old into the mix, moving just got that much more fun (note, sarcasm!).
Anyway, I’m in the process of packing and clearing out a whole heap of shit that we’ve accumulated. This morning I got to the top drawer of my bedside table. And I got to thinking how my poor old top drawer has become a whole lot less interesting since I became a mum…
- Sex toys, what sex toys? All that remains is a dusty vibrator sans-batteries (they’re in the baby swing since we ran out a while ago, and I haven’t had the energy, time or care-factor to replace them).
- Matching lingerie is hard to find. These days it’s maternity bras and granny pants leftover from my post partum days. Actually, yes said pants are ‘leftover’ but if I’m completely honest they’re still worn. Loads. They’re just comfy and hide more jiggly bum bits.