I type this lying on the day bed in my daughters room. I’m waiting for her to fall asleep because she likes to know I’m here as she falls asleep. I have had one of those long days in the middle of one of those long weeks. I’m juggling a lot. Motherhood, making sure the house has stuffed bellies and making it back and forth through traffic trying to do my day job. Plus I have dreams of being a ‘mompreneur’ so there is that hustle in the mix of it all.
It’s only as I lie on this bed that I realise how sore and knotted my back is. I suddenly feel teary and I know it’s just my exhaustion pushing the tears down my cheeks. Funny, just a month ago it was a new year and now I feel like we are half way through it already.
I have millions of thoughts racing through my mind all day with endless things to do. And whilst the day has wrapped up I know realistically I will only fall asleep at 11pm.
Where will I ever find the time to process how I’m doing? Where I am going and what I would like for myself? When am I going to start feeling rested again? I have pretty much taken a back seat here.
Anyway this weekend Ida and I are going away to a spa resort babyless and hubblyless. I am going to sleep, go for endless spa treatments, sleep and more sleep. I guess you have to block out weekends in your diary specifically to rest and get back to you.