Rich took Connor camping last weekend. I was supposed to go but after a previous one-nighter camping trip that was, shall we say, less than successful, I decided to give this trip a miss. This wasn’t a terribly difficult decision given the pregnant/sleeping outdoors combination, never mind the appeal of a house to myself for a couple of days, but there was one downside.
I’m not so good at being home alone. [Read more…]
Connor painted the deck yesterday. Which would have been helpful except that he only painted a small circle and used bright primary colours.
I’ve been wishing lately that he would play a little bit more independently, and this is what I get for letting him do that while not paying total attention. I guess that’s what happens when a kid with a wild imagination grabs his still-wet paint brushes and wanders out on to the deck while his mother is otherwise occupied in the kitchen (which has a clear view of the deck, I might add).
On a related note, “Don’t paint the deck!” is not an effective way to avert this type of DIY home reno project. [Read more…]
There’s a someecard making the rounds right now that I totally relate to.
And — to be clear — it’s not because I’m one of those moms. I only wish. But I know many of those moms. Except the ones I think of aren’t the supermoms. (Well, some of them are.)
When you struggle with motherhood, as I do, moms who can do things I can’t or am just no good at are my heros. I see them and think I wish I could be like that. I wonder How does she do it? I ask myself Doesn’t she find this hard like I do? (And then of course there’s What’s wrong with me? But let’s not go there.)
I know many of these moms. [Read more…]
I remember holding my Grandma’s hand when we came up the steps into our house. I remember my mom labelling the stove and clocks and things in large, dark letters when my Grandma was staying with us and we were going to be away for a bit. I remember her seeing us, but not really seeing us.
My grandmother lost her sight late in life due to diabetes and I was always aware of it in a that-can’t-happen-to-me sort of way. But it could. And I have to say – I think I would be pathetic at adapting to something like that. So I’m interrupting our regularly-scheduled programming (oh, who am I kidding? My posting is anything but regular these days) to talk about eye health.
I saw a new counsellor yesterday and one of the questions she asked me was how much time I get for myself every week. I wasn’t sure how to answer that – is the time I spend blogging while sitting (on the floor) outside Connor’s room at night waiting for him to go to sleep “me” time? Not really. Lately time for myself involves lying down for a few minutes so I can get through the evening without falling over. (Whoever said the 2nd trimester was supposed to be good was clearly just trying to give pregnant women in the 1st trimester some hope.)
I’m not really good at self-care (is anyone?) but I do know how important it is. So I’m going to help one of you get some more of it.
I am happy to share two opportunities you won’t want to miss. Just write your favorite self-care activity in the comment section below for a chance to win a Yummy Mummy Self-Care Package from me and Renee Trudeau. I’ll draw a name randomly on Mother’s Day and the winner will receive:
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Enter my giveaway below. And make sure you take some time for yourself today.
