Guys! Hello!
I have not written for a whole week. Not a single word. I didn't even make a list about possible things I might write in the future.
Oh, wait, no, I lie. I finally put together a kind of "Best Of" page. It's up there on the navigation bar under Greatest Hits.
It was good for me to take that time out. I got some things done. I also got a bit of nothing done which I highly recommend. Stop and smell the fucking roses, people! This blog will always be here on my return but I can not press rewind on my life and this time with my family. Turns out this is not just a clichéd inspirational quote to stick on the fridge and never notice.
I made a fabric covered pinboard; I played the xylophone on the floor with my baby girl; the three-year-old and I had a crazy good time at the Play School concert; I picked up my kid from school and didn't rush him away from the playground straight away; I watched bad tv, and I went to a princess party.
I shaved my legs and applied fake tan and then I put on SHORTS. I got my hair did. By a professional.
I almost can't believe how much I did last week.
The time out has done me good. I am lighter for it. But I am still working on the balance. I suspect that will require constant monitoring and tweaking so that I don't end up back where I started, drowning in all the 'shoulds.'
I can feel the anxiety quietening, too. And that's a blessing since I am yet to set an appointment with a shrink. And it's not because I'm stalling or afraid. No, it's because the GP handed me a bunch of paperwork as I left his office (weeks ago) and said, "Get the girls at reception to fax that paperwork and then the therapist will contact you directly to make an appointment" to which I replied, "Sure thing, Doc! Will do!" and walked straight out of the joint and drove home where I stuck the paperwork in "the pile" and promptly forgot about it….until I began to wonder why the therapist was taking her sweet time getting in touch with me….oh shit! Paperwork! Fax! The pile!
I really need to get that paperwork faxed.
In other news, I have wonderful family and friends who provide exceptional support for my fragile little self – and I have the best readers in the known universe. Thank you to every single one of you who left a comment here or on Facebook. I really did mean to reply to you all – but I just found myself not wanting to turn the computer on.
This Sunday we celebrate Harlow's baptism and after weeks and weeks of 30+ degrees days, it looks like it might rain which is a titch impractical given it is in the back yard and I have decorations made of paper. But I am typing this with a sweat moustache so the forecast of 20 degrees actually thrills me. To maybe feel a little bit…cold? Fuck, let it snow!
I bought a little cardi to go with Harlow's two dresses. Inclement weather be damned!
Things are good.
I feel good….apart from the sweat moustache.
I love a good sweat ‘tash! Love your guts
You’re a gem, my friend. I am glad you are feeling a little lighter! Keep up the good work, you hot bottomed thing you 😉 xx
I have to admit, I did miss you this week. However, I am more than willing to pine in the knowledge that you are feeling lighter and doing wonderful things like xylophone playing and having your hair done. Good on you. Enjoy the part-ay on the weekend, rain hail or shine xx
Hi Little Mumma, I love your blog❤ not even sure how I came across you but glad you are back! Love your writing! Mel
Now this is what I like to read (well, anything you write, for that matter). A lighter, on-the-road-to-happier you. This makes me smile. xxx
Sounds great Angie. Glad things are fine. Have a lovely baptism xx
Thank you! How lovely. xx
Mwah! xx
Thank you, Zanni. xx
Thank you, sweet. I am happy to be missed. Absolutely!
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Stop it! Blushing!
Love you.
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Love yours more.
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