I’ve had The Cruel Sea’s ‘The Honeymoon Is Over’ in my head all day. Really, it’s only the last two lines of the chorus that’s relevant to this post, ’cause it’s still pretty fun but the music and the line ‘The honeymoon is over baby, it’s never gonna be that way again’ has been playing in my brain non stop. My brain’s been substituting honeymoon for babymoon. This song is one of the great anthems of my life in Sydney in the mid ’90’s. It has some really funky blues guitar. Take a listen when you finish reading and leaving me a nice comment (pretty please?), you’ll find it at the end of the post ;-).
Anyway, I digress. This post is not about my love of ’90’s aus rock but about the fact that I can no longer call my baby a newborn and the precious 6 weeks I’ve had since he was born.