It's pretty amazing to have a day when us Mum's are celebrated, what a compliment!
I love being a mum it's the hardest thing and the best thing! Kids are amazing! little sponges that soak up the world, the cute things they come out with and the naughty things they do that force us to hold in our sniggers and give our best mum look!
I remember the days of handmade Mother's Day cards with scribbly crayon pictures and the haphazard cupcake made by my girl (and probably prodded and poked by 30 classmates!) I remember my daughter scuttling into the room with her hands behind her back, flowers peeking over her shoulder while I tried to guess what suprise she was hiding. Good times ❤
For me being a mum is about many things, like inwardly giggling at the 'blame it on the doll' naughtiness, nursing a scraped knee/shoulder/shin (always something!) taking deep breaths whilst scrubbing at lipstick circles (the exact height of my daughter) from my dining room wall! Tears at the school plays, the picnics, the best hugs ever...the list is honestly endless!
Some think occasion days are commercialised but I like them, there's definitely room in this world for treats. My Mother's days are grown up nowadays and tend to involve eating! I had a great day having lunch in the sun with the husband while my daughter worked (I sent her pictures of our drinks glistening in the sunshine so she knew we were thinking of her) 😉and then dinner and cocktails once my daughter had finished work. 😁
We may have taken our mother/daughter bonding a little too far when I met her from work and realised we were both sporting the same top! (the joys of her working in a clothes shop!) and of course we then bumped into anyone and everyone who kindly pointed it out!
I thought my look of despair was bad enough but my daughter can't even bring herself to be seen!
Lunch in the sun was at The Boathouse
Dinner was at Cafe Riva
We enjoyed girly cocktails at the Fizzy Tarte
And for those who want to join the matching jumper club click FATFACE, as you can see they're available in various colours!
I'm that person who can end up chatting to anyone, anywhere, shops, queues, loo's, anywhere!
A world that houses 7.5 billion people is pretty amazing right? All them people to chat to! Have you ever looked at another person and wondered what their story is? Ever got chatting to a stranger just because? (Maybe it's just me!) Billions of people and yet it's a small enough world where things sometimes happen to the same people at the same time, and people often just happen to bump into each other.
(See my post - Do you believe in fate?)
Anyway back to my point, I like people, and yes I can talk (I was known as Miss Chatterbox as a child!) It's probably why I was successful in customer service. I can talk weather, compliment strangers, I can give directions without being asked. I'm like a grown up over enthusiastic brownie! My husband calls it fish Talk, as in a fish opening its mouth over and over. Thank you husband!
I've been known to be overly peopley (made up obviously) Once I was crossing a road and there was an elderly lady hovering on the other side, she kept looking around and I figured she needed help...
"Excuse me, can I help you cross?"
I asked with my best 'look-normal-and-don't-scare-the-lady' smile.
"Erm, no... thank you, I'm just waiting for the bus"
Not only did she look confused but I think I may have insulted her! 😐
Another time, I was walking and saw a man who kept bending over, hands on his knees and grimacing. I couldn't walk past, what if he needed help and I was his only chance of survival?
"Excuse me, are you okay? Do you need help?"
I asked sympathetically.
"Oh er, no thanks, I just get spasms in my back, I'm stretching them out"
He looked embarrassed that I'd asked and limped off rather quickly! 💨
I know people who hate people and I'm beginning to wonder if they've had the right idea all along!
Despite being chatty, I admit sometimes I'm all for a day of hibernation. Sometimes I simply can't be bothered chatting to anyone I might bump in to so just don't go out! And you can guarantee that if I risk a scruffy Sunday walk it doesn't work out. As soon as I don a hoodie, scrape my hair back and skip the mascara, sods law ensures I bump into everyone I know!
Like the other day, I declared to my daughter 'That's it, make-up off and PJ's on', it was 7 pm. I rarely do this but it was horrible outside and I wanted to be cosy.
So of course, as soon as I was attractively clad in pyjama's, silly socks and a fluffy dressing gown a neighbour knocked on!
I embarrassingly opened the front door whilst hiding in the shadows, trying not to scare the neighbour instead of having my can't-be-bothered-with-the-world cosy moment.
Being a people person
Being a people person is a nice little world to live in, imagining that everyone actually wants to talk to you.
But sometimes it's nice to just ignore the world and enjoy a little quiet time, if only to preserve the voice for the next time! 😆
Maybe you non-peopley people are right!
I just don't want one.
I don't hate dogs and I get that some are too cute with their little antics, but that doesn't mean I want one. I've had my fair share of dog experiences during my paper round days! (Do paper rounds still exist?)
I have several dog owner friends so I'll happily risk a stroke and maybe even engage in a little 'fetch'. (Small dogs only) But having a dog means you've pretty much stepped into parenthood and I've been there and done that!
In the eyes of some their pets are their babies, bundles of joy with their own little personalities. A friend of mine always refers to her pets as her babies but then her puppy actually hugs her! (Very nearly changed my mind! Nearly.) They also eat, sleep and poo so I can definitely see their point. Just recently I heard a dog owner say to her beloved pet,
"Go on, go to Dad and let him put your lead on"
I admit I had a little giggle to myself, I'm a Non Pet Person (NPP) after all!
Do all pet owners refer to themselves as parents to their pets?
Then there's Poopascooping, hand in a bag touching warm poo... Give me nappies and I have no problem but if I ever get a dog, I'll need some sort of non touch poo contraption!
And what about their bums when they come back inside after the poo? Is it possible to train a dog to use a baby wipe before it sits back on the house floor?
NPP - Non Pet Person
The Doggy Doubts of an NPP
While we're clearing up my doggy doubts, what are the rules with leads? I know dogs need to run off that energy but let me tell you about yesterday...
I'm enjoying a walk when two dog walkers meet, cue lots of stroking and sniffing from dogs on leads.
Separate to them, there's a giant Alsatian ('giant' may be exaggerating but I'm sticking with it because those things are huge!) so the Alsatian is bounding around with no lead and I'm a bit nervous. This is one big dog and I was bitten by one once
(Just under bottom, full jaw print and bruise, I couldn't sit comfortably for a week!)
The dog owners are talking like proud parents and all the while I'm worried about the dog (dinosaur) potentially bounding towards me wanting to play/eat my limbs/kill! Especially when the owner screeches its name over and over every time it strays too far from him.
I didn't want to make eye contact with the Alsatian owner, in case he said hi and his dog (T-Rex) thought I was a friend to play with! I didn't want to make eye contact with dino dog in case he 'smelled my fear'! (Is that really a thing?) So I'm sat on a bench messing with my phone in an attempt to display an 'I'm not interested in you or your dog' look.
Then it gets cold so I decide to head home, but I worry about dino dog potentially bounding over to bark goodbye! I decide to stay still and be cold until the dog has gone. It took ages! The nervous me wants all dogs to be on leads simply because I fear for my legs! The sensible me understands they need their exercise.
So what's the answer?!
No matter how many times you say 'it won't bite' I don't feel any better, it's a bit like saying 'my child wouldn't do that' when we all know it could! (I'm a mum)
I know you love your doggies but allowing your pooch to bound over, inciting a nervous jig while trying not to show fear of being eaten is scary to an NPP.
I'm not ranting to annoy all the pet people out there, I'm simply giving you an insight into a non pet person's mind.
The chances of me getting a pet before I'm a pensioner are small because I'd feel restricted. Besides dogs are definitely better off without me because I genuinely haven't got a clue!
I Simply Sarah, hereby promise to continue to stroke my friends dogs.
I promise to partake in toy throwing. Repeatedly. For a maximum of ten minutes.
BUT if your dog ever tries to eat me/hump me/poo on me I must put my foot down and I will call a friendship meeting! 😆
*Update from June 2017*
I'm still an NPP but a considerate pet owner recently made me want to update you!
We took a walk the other day and as we sat on a bench to enjoy the lake view a bull terrier wandered towards us casually. The owner dashed towards us to ask if we minded her dog being near us because she understands not everyone likes dogs. 🙂
This very moment contradicted my original blog post! It was the first time we'd encountered a dog walker who didn't assume that we all like dogs and were grateful that she considered us.
Thank you lovely dog owner forproving me wrong!
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