Now, I consider myself a bit of a goody-two-shoes. I was reasonably well behaved as a child and whilst I went through the torrid teenage angst, I never ran away, have never really dabbled in drugs (other than alcohol and the odd pack of Marlboro Lights), and have never been in trouble with the law.
The other day I saw an adult cycling along a country lane without a helmet and it got me thinking. Are we a nation of risk takers? As a parent to an almost 4-year old, rather than become even more risk adverse, I think maybe I am now even more of a dare-devil!
And here’s why:
- I rush to work and to home (driving a little worse than I used to)
- I barely exercise and eat copious amounts of chocolate even though I used to love staying healthy
- I have the 5-second rule, ok, the 15-second rule and don’t batter an eyelid
- Frequently I forget to remind my daughter to wash her hands before dinner
- I don’t always wash fruit and veg before I or my family eat it
- I send my daughter to nursery with a coat, but always forget the gloves and the hat
- Twice I’ve let my daughter go to bed without brushing her teeth
- The kitchen regularly looks like a bomb-site and there are crumbs on the work-surface that may end up walking themselves to the bin
- I never sterilised or washed my daughter’s toys. (I might have once rubbed a wet-wipe over Sophie after she had been slobbered over by a teething toddler friend a few years ago)
- I stare at a screen for over 8 hours a day with poor posture
- I sometimes cook food that has a use-by date of the previous day
But, you know what? Our family are doing just fine. We’re pretty happy and thankfully healthy and if a few risks and corner-cutting mean I can juggle motherhood, a career, a blogging hobby and a relationship then I’m high-fiving the dare-devil in me. Remember, nobody’s perfect.
What little risks do you take that you always feel a little guilty about?