Nobody told me that being a mum would give me calluses on the TOPS of my feet and on my knees.
Nobody told me that floor boards leave an imprint on your cheek if you fish under the settee for long enough.
Nobody told me that my voice would go up enough octaves to be heard by dogs.
Nobody told me that I would suddenly find camping cool
or that I would contemplate wearing shorts.
And most certainly no one told me that I would do this on my own.
(Nor that sometimes I would incredibly grateful that I am a single mum)