I'm accused of being a mother quite often these days. I say accused, because I don't have any children of my own.
Most times when I'm mistaken for a mother it's because I'm taking advantage of the opportunity to carry my snugly goddaughter around.
Over the weekend, I got temporarily assigned as mother to the new bairn.clanmorrissey
, otherwise known as A&C, met up with me at the Bon Accord centre for a cup of coffee in the early afternoon of Sunday. We dropped off the two girls at the creche (nothing like a ball pool to get toddlers excited!) and went down to Costa.
After a much needed infusion of caffiene, C went to look at prices for a new raincoat and A and I went into John Lewis. I needed one last bit of tartan ribbon to finish off the girls' flowergirl dresses.
The new baby had slept through the coffee and most of the way through John Lewis. I bought the ribbon and then caught up to A. He'd gone to look at some new buggy that does everything but make tea and hoover the front room.
When I got there, a couple with a toddler were admiring the baby.
As I arrived, the women said something similar to 'oh, I can see the lack of sleep in your eyes'.
'Sorry, I'm not the mother', I said.
I suppose I could be offended (since I don't think I look that tired), but I can't be bothered.
As I said above, most times, I'm mistaken for being the mother of my goddaughter.
I can tell you right now why people think such. C is thin as a rail with a perfect figure.
It looks impossible that she could have given birth to three children.
Whereas, I look like I probably could have, apparently. :)