There’s nothing quite like having baby to make you appreciate a lie-in. Or a cup of tea. Or a long hot bath.
In the days pre-Frog I used to have high expectations of a weekend. It wasn’t a success unless it involved drinking, dancing, eating and more drinking. Now I’m far lower maintenance. Make me a cup of tea and I’m yours, run me a bath and you’ve got me for life.
Kate’s all about the lists. As am I. Every week she gives us a new prompt and we have to list our top 5. This week it’s simple pleasures. So, here are mine:
- Being made a perfect cup of tea and having a moment to drink it. In peace.
I appear to have turned into an old woman and now find myself sighing “ahhh” after the first sip. I still refuse to join the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine in referring to a cup of anything hot as a “brew” though.
- A lie-in.
I don’t feel I need to elaborate on this. If you’re a mother you’ll get it.
- A hot bath.
- An accepted pitch.
I’ve recently gone freelance (as a journalist) and there’s nothing quite like the buzz of having an article idea commissioned, or being booked to do a radio shift. It shows I’m still good at what I do (despite having a baby and regularly experiencing moments of self-doubt) and keeps the porridge from the dinner table for another day.
- A reciprocated cuddle.
I would trade in all of the above for just one cuddle with Frog. I’m not on about the type of cuddle where she’s straining to escape. Or even the one where she’s simply humoring me. I’m on about the type of cuddle where she puts her head on my shoulder and her arms round my neck and hugs me back.