One thing we can learn from our European sisters is that a family society is a welcoming society. Alcohol isn't a big deal, it's on tables from a young age and children are always out with their families, no matter what time of day it is. The family is the unit, the centre of society. And that is something we are so desperately missing.
I know the days spent entertaining the baby and toddler at home by myself are likely to increase now that winter is on it's way... As I can't be arsed to find the rain-cover and spend several hours working out how to re-attach the foot-muff to the buggy. So. Here's my guide to making the most of the rainy days stuck in the house with small people...
Most of my conversations now revolve around being a dad, occasionally unusual topics such as is it OK to have a sit down wee if you're tired pop into conversation, but ultimately everything ends up circling back to parenting as if every road leads there. 'I love the new Ferrari......' 'its amazing, I wonder if you can get a buggy in?'
Today was our 20 week scan, a day which should have been a wonderful occasion for our growing family, but, due to a rule at The Royal Wolverhampton Trust, not previously stated or explained in any form, I was forced to miss the opportunity to see my baby and was left sitting outside the consultation room as my wife went in alone.
The relationship went from being my friend to a full blown affair, late night sessions while Tash and the baby slept. Slipping of secretly to the toilet, sat on the throne, paper in one hand, Siri in the other using only the pins and needles as a reminder that i had been in there long enough - Tash hadn't even seen me poop.
This is probably one of the main topics that before the arrival you get the most opinions on and can feel the most pressure and judgement. But just do what is right for you, of course listen to the opinions, but do what makes you happy and you feel most comfortable with. I still believe there is no right or wrong way.