The granny bag

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Each weekend since our Petit Fille was born I have spent the weekend with her in the hope that he parents can catch on up on a little lost sleep. Petit Fille can be a little pernickety at times (no, I don’t know where she inherits that trait, and you should not make any suggestions) and so Grandma and Granddaughter Flamingo Dancer spend quality time walking the floor, rocking in the rocking chair, doing leg lunges -something that apparently colicky babies find comforting and generally treading the floor boards together. No trouble getting those 10,000 steps in over the weekends now!

The first weekend I thought about what I would need and took an enough clothes to cover each day and one spare. Oh, and one work outfit in case I needed to stay over until Monday morning. There was also two pairs of pjs in case baby threw up on me.  Each Sunday evening I return home and throw the laundry into the linen basket and leave the bag in the corner until the following weekend. Naturally the following weekend I add fresh clothing.

Now that autumn has arrived a cardigan or two have been added just in case the weather decides to surrender the forever summer attitude it currently displays and turn coolish of an evening. It was 31C yesterday and with the humidity it felt like it was 35C so no need for those items!

Then there is the ipad, the phone charger and the professional journals that I just know I will read when I have five minutes break from waltzing the floor or doing my best impression of a gum tree with a koala attached (me the gum tree, Petit Fille the koala) . Just between dashing to the toilet and grabbing a hot cup of tea I know I am going to read about the latest views on content curation… one day.

There is also the book club’s latest reading offer which all other members have completed reading and I am yet to browse the back cover. It has gone to the top of my bag to the bottom and back to the top with all good intentions as well. There is also the book I thought I would really rather read and as I write this I can’t even remember its title so obviously the passion is no longer as great.

Add in a couple of “little things” purchased online for Petit Fille that arrive during the week and require delivering, the rotating shoe selection with rejects not ejected, and possibly the kitchen sink and a globe artichoke and my overnight bag has gone from a light toss over the shoulder to a two handed drag along the garden path, up the front stairs, through the house and down the internal stairs to the guest room; and back again.

It does not end there though, dear reader. Now that most of my earthly belongings are ensconced in my luggage it means I can no longer function Monday to Friday as dressing for work means an escalating  stress ridden search for underwear, footwear, toiletries and general clothing items. I can no longer find the charger to my phone and Mr FD and I argue over who owns the one ipad charger we can find about the house as the other one lives in the Tardis . Naturally I do not search my suitcase first, but hold to the inaccurate notion that I will find these items in my closet or bathroom shelves. Age does not always make one wiser it seems.

Only when I have exhausted every possible nook and cranny in our house will I consent to searching  within my weekend luggage and there I will almost always find what I was searching for, crumpled in a corner of the bag and needing an iron.

What is worse is that I fear that once my weekend mercy Grandma visits are no longer required (sacre bleu!) that my goods and chattels may just remain in their imprisonment until the next baby arrival, and at the rate this one is impressing her parents, there may not be another arrival!

Last viewing of Petite Fille Flamingo Dancer as I fear her beauty will make her stand out in the crowd and no privacy compromised.

Last viewing of Petite Fille Flamingo Dancer as I fear her beauty will make her stand out in the crowd and no privacy compromised.

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13 thoughts on “The granny bag

  1. She really is adorable. I’ve left a few things in Australia now so I don’t have to cart items back and forth … my problem is I can’t remember what I’ve left there and what might’ve come back here and be hiding in one of those nooks & crannies around our house.

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    • Mr FD often doesn’t unpack from trip to trip but uses different suitcases each trip and when he can’t find things declares that either Son has taken his clothes (like that would happen!) or that I have hidden them! He always acts surprised to find them when he is preparing for another trip weeks later!

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  2. I’m paying closer attention to your grandparenting posts since I’m slated to ascend into the position this fall. I won’t be as fortunate as you to spend every weekend with the baby, but the packing tips will definitely be useful when the time comes. (I never would have considered bringing the two pajama sets in the event baby throws up on one.)

    Your granddaughter looks adorable! But I’ll bet that by the end of a sleepless week, her parents don’t think so. I can still remember those nights walking and feeding a restless little one, then having to choose while she napped to either sleep myself, or try to get some chores done. The sleep often won out, but our house was an unsightly mess for months.

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    • She has been diagnosed with reflux and now has medication. Not happy to medicate her so young, but she has obviously been very distressed so hope it helps and soon. Her Aunty, Daughter2 is coming home this Easter weekend to meet her for the first time. We are all very excited!

      Oh you will love being a grandparent – it is the most wonderful experience.

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  3. BEAUTIFUL Baby.
    AT my end, it was reverse. I traveled every weekend to my parents’ home with the baby, so that I could get some rest. This meant I was lugging around half the house with me come Fridays and Sundays, and spent the rest of the week hunting for stuff. I so relate.

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