Being a mum isn’t the easiest job in the world especially if you’re an unmumsy Mum.. I just spent my weekend nursing sciatica and a child with tonsillitis, my son was at cub camp and my husband away all weekend so it was just my daughter and me. As I sat and pondered ideas to cheer us both up (CBeebies and ice cream were just not cutting it), I decided to head to a local place- Wimbish Garden Centre – in an effort to do something small to cheer my daughter up with a quiet lunch at Mutton and Kipper followed by our regular trip to see Tetley and all the other birds there.
I hobbled my sciatic way out the car resembling a child who has somewhat filled their nappy and clutching the hand of a child who is feeling very sorry for herself. We park ourselves inside Mutton and Kipper and choose from the selection of appetising lunches…. I ordered, forgetting for a moment that my daughter will struggle with anything slightly hard to swallow… so when the food arrived and I noticed her just sitting there staring at her ham sandwich, a major bad mummy alert flagged up in my head and I realised I may not have chosen the best selection for a child with tonsillitis! Luckily the service at the café is unquestionable and when I explained what I had done, the waitress headed out back to fetch something for manageable for my daughter to eat….. mash potato and gravy…. A success!! Although not on my part but to the waitress for her Mum skills in dealing with a situation which could have been somewhat painful and emotional.
We finished our lunches and headed across to the garden centre… if you haven’t yet been, it’s ideal for the unmumsy mums like me who wait until the day before a birthday to remember to get a gift! Which was exactly what I realised I had done! In a frazzled state of panic I headed to the Cabin which is housed within the garden centre and is only what I can describe as a cave of treasures for women just like me. A selection of unique and creative gifts fit for any person who likes the personal touch….. ideal for my shopping requirements, and within 5 minutes I had narrowed down a selection of amazing gifts all handmade by local businesses.
While I was still gift shopping, my daughter had bypassed straight to Tetley and his friends- the group of parrots and birds who live at Wimbish Garden Centre just through the plants and selection of beautiful flowers. I left her to chat (or croak given her throat) away with them while I pay for my item, listening to them chat away singing “pop goes the weasel”, I congratulate myself on how my decision has brought some comfort to my daughters day and I’m not doing too bad at this Mum malarkey. Warmth and pride fills me and I walk (hobble) my way towards the bird shelter and decide to pull my phone out to record the the fantastic bond my daughter and Tetley are forming for my husband.
Completely distracted by getting my phone out and camera ready I did not see the low rising door while entering…. The embarrassment gets worse….. as I swiftly glide head first into the top of the top… which I might add is sign posted and any normal person would Duck… I didn’t!! In one fine swoop I go full face into the top of the door, not only that but my camera was on selfie mode (don’t you hate that happening!) I manage to capture the full impact in what can be describe as the perfect still life image!
I’m not sure how I felt as it was a mixture of pain, embarrassment and pure laughter as I bent over to prevent my pelvic floor giving way to add to the event. As I bent down I hear Tetley say “Bang…. Ouch!” Ooooh how embarrassing!!! Not only that but he repeated it over and over and over… until I finally decided to hastily make my way to the car. This unmumsy Mum is 34 and I am still not ready to be an adult. Will I ever grow out of such embarrassing moments…? and yes there were witnesses!! I shall be returning to Wimbish Garden Centre,The Cabin, Mutton and Kipper, but I may go wearing a hat to disguise myself as I fear that clever taunting Parrot may recognise me…
This post is supported by Wimbish Garden Centre.