I originally wrote this post especially to feature on the excellent “Rookie Mistakes” feature on Claire’s blog “Life, Love and Dirty Dishes”. See my post on her blog here
The story that follows is in fact the third of three ideas I had for this post. I ran all the ideas past a friend and fellow blogger (Luisa @ Teach Tiny Minds), who informed me that I’d probably get Social Services knocking on my door if I published either of the first two. So I’m afraid that, for now at least, you’re stuck with my rookie mistake number three.
This one happened after Small Child #2 was born. You’d think that by this stage, (now an “experienced mum” as my health visitor hilariously once described me), I’d have known better. But no.
So, three months after Small Child #2’s birth, it was Small Child #1’s second birthday party. We’d bought him an enormous trampoline in the vain hope that it would help burn off some of his….vigour. (It didnt work, by the way – he now just makes use of the “safety enclosure” to enact cage fights with his little brother).
a) an idiot
b) slightly pissed (all the best kids’ parties involve booze for the grown-ups, right?)
c) over-confident about the state of my pelvic floor
decided that I simply must have a go on said trampoline. In front of everyone. Whilst wearing pale grey trousers – you know, the kind that go dark grey when they get wet?
I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next, but let’s just say I haven’t been on a trampoline since.
Important lessons learned:
Do not go trampolining shortly after giving birth to a 10lb 5oz hippo. And never again wear pale grey trousers. You’re a mum now.