OK, it’s finally happened. I have descended into a parody version of motherhood after adverts made me cry, twice, in a minute.
The first one was for my bank, of all things. The last time my bank made me emotional was when one of its employees said I was fat (I’ve still not forgotten that, lady). But the bank advert is soundtracked by a song I listened to all the time when I was pregnant and ended up being on my accidental labour playlist, so it’s entwined like a vine around all my memories of the baby. My chest was still tight two adverts later, when there was an ad with one of her older sister’s bedtime songs.
My husband, who is built of solid Yorkshire stock, would have undoubtedly rolled his eyes at me if he’d been there but the only person around was the baby, who gave me a quizzical look before scooting off to investigate the TV remote.
I’ve always been a fairly emotional person (love this quote from Tina Fey about work environments ‘if you’re so mad you could cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.’ ) But now most things bring a tear to my eye, from my children doing something amazing or really everyday, songs in the shop, speeches, rousing things, random bits on TV and those moments of clarity where it’s all really normal but perfect.
Nearly nine months down the line, I’m not sure I can blame pregnancy hormones any more for making me so tired and emotional. Can we blame sleep deprivation? I reckon so, especially for the tired part.
But still, crying at adverts…is everyone this emotional after they have children? There’ll be tears before bedtime, I tell you.