Two things:
1:
I did a market last night and lip balms were SOHOTRIGHTNOW. One little girl bought a lip balm and then suddenly, I had swarms of girls at the stall, buying and smelling and chattering.
It was so lovely.
It’s really interesting to me how there are giant runs on things during markets. I won’t sell bath salts for three markets, and then suddenly, every bath salt will sell out during the next market. Often customers don’t realise that previous customers have bought the same thing.
It’s a phenomenon. Is it something in the air? Does everyone get infected with the “I MUST HAVE THIS ONE THING” air as they walk into a market? No one knows.
It’s the same with soap smells. Some days, everyone wants sandalwood. The next market, everyone is into the fruity smells. Then we’ll have a run on florals. But when a soap is hot, it’s so hot and I’d better hope I have it in stock.
(Unlike the market where everyone wanted woodsy smells and the new soaps were still curing. whoops.)
Anyway. Lip balms. I need to go restock all of my market lip balms because seriously – I sold so many. Montagu Bay Primary School is going to be awash in my lip balms for a while.
I also won fourth prize in the raffle, so it made it extra worthwhile. A 60 minute massage gift voucher. Very apt, considering my physical state lately.
2:
My smallest child dressed herself this morning, including putting her own shoes on.
Then she used the toilet. Alone. Without my help. Including washing her own hands.
She’s not a baby anymore, and I am so so thankful for that. I can understand other mothers bemoaning the loss of their tiny babies, but I am not one of them. I have a smooshy baby nephew to snuggle, but my own children are growing up, growing into themselves. I feel like I can breathe again and it’s so very nice.
People still ask if I’m planning on having more children.
“But you’re so young! You’ll be desperate for another when you’re in your 30’s.”
Look guys, my husband had a vasectomy. MY HUSBAND. A VASECTOMY. We took permanent steps to remove more children from our future.
“Ah, but you never know what will happen, hey? Right?” wink wink, nudge nudge.
You’re either implying my husband is going to divorce me and I’m going to find a new man and have more children, or what? What exactly are you implying there? That my uterus rules my life and I can’t possibly just decide to not have more children? That not having more children determines my worth?
I don’t even know.
Last time I checked, sperm doesn’t magically fly through the air impregnating random women, so I think I’m pretty safe here in my sub-fertile little bubble.
Thanks though. Nice to know that whether or not I have more children is a burning concern of yours.
Hmmf.
I’m exactly the same.. Three little monsters that aren’t so little anymore.. I’ll miss my smallest when she heads off to kinder next year but I am 32 and very happily baby free forever now.. My sister has a 6 month old baby girl who I get to smoosh every Thursday and Friday while she works but I oh so happily hand her back at the end of the day and know I’m going to sleep peacefully that night..
Isn’t that so annoying when others decide for you that maybe, sometime in the future, another baby is waiting for you. Maybe they haven’t noticed all the other non-baby related work you do. Plus we’re quite capable of deciding when enough children is enough. I’m happy now to sit back and wait for my grandchildren to marry and have babies. My grand daughter is engaged already.
It won’t be long before they are asking you if you “still” get periods. Seriously. Enjoy the annoyance of this particular question while you have it, because the ones that come later in life are even more personal and insulting. 🙂
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