One-to-Three

There are several things in life that are new to me. This whole business of blogging is one, being a mummy is another, slightly less new thing, and being part of a married couple is yet another. And then there's the whole thing about going back to work in a new job after seven months of blissful maternity leave. Added to all that, the upheaval of leaving the relative comforts of living within the six zones of the London underground, to live on the South Coast of England, and STILL having to commute up to three hours a day to get to and from work.

I've been learning a lot about myself over the past months. While I wasn't sure, I suspected I was a pretty selfish person. I do like my own company, I do like things to be done in a particular way ("There's two ways to do things, my way or the wrong way.") I don't like mess and I do like to be in charge of the remote control - especially if it's my television. Getting married has certainly meant some compromise - especially on the remote control front. All in all, though, I did manage to survive ten months of being part of a married couple while maintaining a degree of selfishness.

But with the arrival of the third member of our household, that's all changed. And amazingly, for the most part, I'm quite happy. While I still don't like mess, I still like things done in a particular way, and I still wish that I could get my hands on the remote control, I seem to be okay with quite a bit of mess, quite a bit of chaos and endless Sky Sports/MTV2. And I've realised that for the forseeable future, I am no longer Number One, but most definitely Number Three.