The “hormones” continue to play havoc with my dear wife’s mind

Well, this weekend I got a reminder of how much easier us men have it over women with this whole baby-making business.

Charlotte, Monty and I were driving up to Richmond Park where we go often on Sundays, Charlotte to walk and read, and me to run whilst pushing Monty up ridiculous hills in a buggy.

As we were driving up the A3, the car in the next lane signalled something to Charlotte. I didn’t see it but she calmly told me she’d left her keys on the roof while leaving the house. She was quite matter of fact about it as if she does this kind of thing every day (in fact she’s already done the keys on the roof trick once so far).

I tried hard to be equally matter of fact about pulling over, stopping the car and letting Charlotte retrieve the abandoned keys.

And, you know, considering she was always soooooooooo organised before the pregnancy, it’s such a relief to see that she can occasionally step down from Goddess status and act like a mortal. I don’t know, maybe she just does it to make me feel better about myself.

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