Eyes of the Beholder

Husband brought home one of his rugby players today, all fresh-faced from training camp w the pro US rugby team. He walked in to 5yo excitedly yelling to Daddy about something, and me trawling away on the computer. The kitchen was/is untidy and the playroom was/is a disaster. What must he have been thinking? > What a fucking mess
> Is that what I have to look forward to when I get married? > What is that smell?
> No wonder Coach is grumpy
> How big is this kitchen?
> When can I take a nap before training?
> Surely, with all this bench space, it can’t all be covered with piles of crap? > Woah, that is one nasty pumpkin
> Wow, there seriously is shit everywhere
> Man, I’m hungry
> How can they eat in here?
> Wow, that’s a lot of toys

There was a time when I thought I would not marry and an overlapping time when I didn’t want kids, but one day I heard my biological clock tick (seriously, I was working in an office and I stopped in my cute high-heeled tracks because I heard my biological clock tick; I was about 20yo I think) and I suppose all the “I don’t want your kids to touch me” went out the window. Actually, I still don’t mind not being touched by other people’s kids, some of them are unnecessarily touchy-feely or just plain blergh, but I have accepted with open arms all the drool and spit-up, toilet-training and endless mountains of laundry from my own precious offspring. But what would pre-biological-clock-hearing 20yo me have thought about coming into such a scene as rugby boy did today? > What a fucking mess
> When I have kids they will be way cuter than that kid
> What is that smell?
> Cleaning this place would be the pits
> How big is this kitchen?
> Is there any food in that fridge?
> Surely, with all this bench space, it can’t all be covered with piles of crap? > Woah, that is one nasty pumpkin
> Wow, there seriously is shit everywhere
> What is in all of those cupboards?
> Is that stuff from breakfast?
> Wow, that’s a lot of toys

In short, sod off 20yo me, I can’t imagine my life any other way.

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