There are some brilliant things about having a baby. No, really, there are. Stick with me here. Despite the full wardrobes of stained clothing, the body parts I own that now resemble deflated balloons, and the awkward smells you have to pretend are nothing to do with you while walking around ASDA (doner meat never agrees with me), there are beacons of baby induced pleasure lurching in some shockingly odd places. Take today for example.
Took Boo to a Baby Sensory Room. Now, firstly, if I'd gone here without a baby a) they wouldn't have let me in (clue is in the title) an b) they would probably, and quite rightly in my opinion, have reported me to the 'What A Weirdo Society' because a twenty eight year old woman has no business sitting on the floor with no shoes on playing with fibre optic lights at 10am on a Monday morning. But because I'm a Mummy - kerching! I have spent my Monday morning sitting on the floor with no shoes on playing with fibre optic lights. Maternity leave does, absolutely and unequivocally, rule.
And because I'm a Mummy, I have learnt today that everyday stuff that I haven't had the vaguest interest in over the past twenty odd years of my life suddenly, when I'm in the right mindset, becomes weirdly fascinating. Like, for example the aforementioned fibre optic lights. In fact, lights in general. How DEAD GOOD are lights?