Friends without kids. Ugh. How I hate you guys. With your constant reminders of what life used to be like when I could eat leisurely and hold a conversation that lasted more a minute with other adults. You and your jet setting lifestyles, your sleep ins, and your clothes that haven't been spewed on, sneezed on, coughed on, or pulled and stretched to their limits with sticky hands.
Sometimes I forget that this isn't our life any more, and I arrange to catch up with you at a place like Kensington St Social which takes twenty minutes to actually locate a highchair but has food and drink worth lingering over. Like frose. I didn't even know that was a thing, which means I've basically wasted so many good drinking years.
I love how much Sydney's food scene has evolved while I was living overseas. There are so many old areas made new with great eateries and places to socialise. Chippendale, Alexandria, Newtown...all my old homes. Probably a good thing they weren't so hip and happening, or I'd be even poorer than I am now. If that's possible, considering we have a Sydney mortgage.
Meanwhile, I am totally winning at this mummy thing.
Me: "Do you like doughnuts or cupcakes better?"
Wolfie: "Doughnuts."
Me: "Doughnuts or Easter eggs?"
Wolfie: "Eggs."
Me: "Eggs or broccoli?"
Wolfie: "Broccoli!"
So just for the record, in case you're ever going to bring Wolfie something to eat: broccoli > Easter eggs > doughnuts > cupcakes. To be honest, if broccoli always tasted as good as the broccolini from KSS, I could get onboard with that equation too.
On the upside, having friends with no kids means we often have multiple hands to manage ourmonsters darling babies.
We love you really, promise.
Sometimes I forget that this isn't our life any more, and I arrange to catch up with you at a place like Kensington St Social which takes twenty minutes to actually locate a highchair but has food and drink worth lingering over. Like frose. I didn't even know that was a thing, which means I've basically wasted so many good drinking years.
I love how much Sydney's food scene has evolved while I was living overseas. There are so many old areas made new with great eateries and places to socialise. Chippendale, Alexandria, Newtown...all my old homes. Probably a good thing they weren't so hip and happening, or I'd be even poorer than I am now. If that's possible, considering we have a Sydney mortgage.
Meanwhile, I am totally winning at this mummy thing.
Me: "Do you like doughnuts or cupcakes better?"
Wolfie: "Doughnuts."
Me: "Doughnuts or Easter eggs?"
Wolfie: "Eggs."
Me: "Eggs or broccoli?"
Wolfie: "Broccoli!"
So just for the record, in case you're ever going to bring Wolfie something to eat: broccoli > Easter eggs > doughnuts > cupcakes. To be honest, if broccoli always tasted as good as the broccolini from KSS, I could get onboard with that equation too.
On the upside, having friends with no kids means we often have multiple hands to manage our
We love you really, promise.
I've read about frose! Never tried it though. Sounds like I've wasted some good frose opportunities too. Boo.
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