Has anyone else noticed that their propensity for bursting into tears has been magnified by having a baby? I feel like my tear-threshold has been lowered to the same level as a 5 year old’s and I’m not the kind of person who likes a) making a scene b) looking like a wuss or c) re-applying mascara, so it’s highly inconvenient!
I know I can’t be alone in crying over The TV advert for Vision Express, but later that same day the menu bar on my laptop disappeared and I didn’t know how to get it back, my solution? To cry about it.
I got stuck on the M25 in bad traffic and my baby started crying and I mean ree-he-he-ally crying and after 20 minutes of singing and shushing, I gave up hope of ever leaving the motorway and just joined in. I thought “I’m going to get stopped by the police and they are going to take her away from me”. The judge sentencing me to jail time would shake their head and say “who takes a baby on the M25?”. But even that mini-meltdown was probably more justified than opening a cupboard door into my face – and crying about it. Or picking up a scorching hot baking tray with my bare hands – and crying about it. I mean come on!