Where does the time go?

Sometimes I wonder what I did with my life before I had kids. The weekends always seemed to stretch out like a never-ending chasm, to be filled with drinking wine, cooking lovely food and watching TV or going to the movies.

Now, I occasionally get to cook lovely food, drink wine as long as it’s not too much, or else I’ll have a stinking hangover, never go to the cinema, unless it’s with my three-year-old (The Wild, Flushed Away) and watch any TV I can get to. I watch Match Of The Day on Sunday, if I’m lucky courtesy of Sky+

In fact, I watch most of my favourite TV (actually we do), by virtue of Sky+ – I don’t think I watch anything at the time it’s actually broadcast, apart from the occasional news bulletin. Decidedly odd. What happened to watercooler TV? I think I’ve had about one conversation about last night’s TV in the past 6 months, and that was about, dare I say it, Celeb Big Brother.

It’s not as if we don’t do things with Ava – more that everything has to be structured around her and when she eats. If we go shopping in town, we end up being at Oxford Circus at 12.15, so we can go to Mamas & Papas cafe. Ah, those halcyon days of suddenly grabbing something at 2.30pm and necking a bottle of wine.

If it sounds like I’m moaning, far from it. My children are a delight – I suppose I sometimes marvel at what my life used to be like. Fulfilment is guaranteed now!

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