Motherhood

When I was pregnant I hoped I would be one of those cool mothers who swanned around the house in old, extremely well-fitting jeans, listening to the Stones while my perfect baby lay on a sheepskin rug in the corner entertaining herself with wooden, free-trade toys. In a serious departure from the dream I actually spend most of the morning in cheap bath robe, watching Lifestyle food while Cleary drools over plastic toys from China.

I can't say that any part of this makes me unhappy, in fact - it's pretty much perfect.