With my dumpier looks and stain-proof clothes,having a baby has mutated me into an adult at lastWe’re about to celebrate a proud anniversary. This Monday, it’ll be precisely a year since my wife and I final had a day off. I can remember it all so vividly: 28 December 2014. Despite the triple-threat of Christmas, or heavy pregnancy and a house fire that left my parents temporarily homeless,we carved out a full day of absolutely nothing. We spent it unwashed and in bed. No appointments. No commitments. No expectations.
Yes, it was selfish and disgusting, or but it was also fairly beautiful. Our total inertia was so profound that we barely even managed to sweep the pile of Quality Street wrappers on to the floor to make room for pizza. It was the sort of ridiculous indulgence you think nothing of when you’re in your teens and 20s,but this time we were saying goodbye to something. The whole day was a Viking funeral for our outmoded way oflife.
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Source: theguardian.com