I am the first to dread Mondays in our house. I suffer horribly from the “Monday Blues”. But I’m done with it. It’s not helping me or anybody else, so I’m turning over a new leaf. Welcome to POSITIVE MONDAYS!
This week it’s back to work as normal. I’m slowly recovering from the flu, and my brain is almost functional again. I just got a pay rise (not sure if that is a good thing, or if it just adds to the handcuffs, but an interesting topic to explore later…). And, if all goes to plan, we may even buy a house this week!
I wish you all a fantastic week, with whatever it is you are doing. Remember:
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love – then make that day count!“ Steve Maraboli
I was so proud of the girls today. We managed to have a great day, without devices – wet and windy wild weather and all.
After a treat for breakfast (bacon and egg baps, with coffee from the cafe around the corner for Hubby and I), I took the girls roller skating. Although Miss M has been skating before, she is still very much a learner, and this was Miss T’s first time on a skating rink. After a few false starts, they had a ball. They raced each other and the clock. There were “musical spots”, “show off your tricks” (i.e. manage not to fall over), and skating “limbo” (not surprisingly, the tiny tots on wheels won this one!). A hurt tailbone and a sore wrist later, they can’t wait to come back! All for a $2 entry fee! A bit of frugal family fun for my new better budgeting segment I think.
The girls – in a good mood – even helped me with grocery shopping on the way home. Well, not sure if “helped” is the right word, but they certainly took it upon themselves to fill up my trolley for me…
After lunch we did the traditional childhood thing and had the neighbourhood children over for an afternoon of hut building, playing board games, making a banana cake for afternoon tea and pizza for dinner. Followed of course by ice cream sundaes.
Somehow we have been convinced that the neighbour should stay for a sleepover. They dragged the spare TV into the hut, snuggled up in the piles of cushions and blankets under fairy lights and sheets and watched a movie. And that is where they are now. In the hut, on the floor, snuggled up in blankets and cushions. Not quite asleep.
It’s school holidays! Well, to be fair the girls have been on holiday for a week already, but have been at school holiday programme. NOW I am also on holiday for a week!
Bring on a week of sleep ins, lazy mornings sipping coffee in the sun, reading blogs. Movies with the kids. A trip to the skating rink. And a few days in Taupo. A touch of prawn fishing (I will have to explain that one more when we do it!). And Hubby may even take the girls skiing.
I have also set myself a few blog goals:
I’m writing a guest blog on ‘teaching your children the value of money’, I have timed this to get it done on my week off.
I want to get my ‘subscribe’ button working.
I’ll keep you all up to date with our holiday adventures 🙂
And of course there are a few boring jobs to do around the house. I’ve already cleaned the linen cupboard.
What does the phrase “living my truth” mean to me? It is about being at peace, and content. And the freedom to be me, to drop the mask of the person I show the world, and to honour what is important to me.
“Living my truth” is a journey in getting to know myself. But one benefit of going through the grief process is that it makes you stop. Stop and assess what is really important to you.
Years ago I wrote my goals down. It was in the wake of losing my mother-in-law suddenly, and in the context of having already lost my father to cancer, long before he could walk me down the aisle or ever meet his beautiful grandchildren. One of my goals was to:
Spend more time with my children. Make that QUALITY time. Spend more time playing hairdressers and bouncing on the trampoline and making cakes and reading stories.
I was going to write a Working Mother’s Survival Guide, but then I thought – why should we just be surviving? Life is short. In most cases our children won’t leave home until their 18 or so. That is a long time to just be “surviving”. Why can’t we be happy?
I am the first to admit I struggle with balance, of balancing the desire to be there for my children with the tug of work commitments. I’ve struggled with the guilt. Every extra minute I spend at work, or away, I feel the guilt that I “should” be at home with my children. Every time I miss a school outing I feel the guilt. Every time I’m late or I miss a newsletter – I feel like I’ve failed as a mother.
A common phrase in our working mother rants is “we just can’t keep doing this”, “it’s not sustainable”. As a working mother, I feel like I am always at full alert – working long hours, rushing home, getting the girls sorted for bedtime, getting them to bed, getting through everything else we need to do for the next day.
There is always more to do. And when there is more to do – we work more. But there is only so much time in a day. Time is finite, and I’m at my limits.
There is always more work to do. But when I work more – something else gives. And it’s me. I will still beat myself up to meet my work requirements, no matter how unrealistic they are. I will still prioritize the girls and try to be there for them. So it is “me” that gets missed. A missed lunch break. Missed exercise. Yoga. Missed ‘my’ time. My diet. My health.
This fast-paced, demanding and stressful lifestyle leaves us feeling tired, wound up and low in energy. This is not sustainable – this is merely survival.
The most beautiful necklace a mother can wear is her child’s arms around her neck.
I’m on the road and I’m missing my girls. My youngest has been sick and I haven’t been there to give her cuddles and fall asleep with her in my arms. I’ve been away from home since Monday and I’m feeling the Mummy guilt.
I’m hating the job that is taking me away from them.
But I’m also forced to have time out, time to myself – without the noise of housework and homework and grocery shopping and family. Continue Reading…
When I set my goals five years ago after the sudden death of my mother in law – goal number one was work less! Spend more time with my children. More time playing hairdressers and bouncing on the trampoline and making cakes and reading stories. Have more “dates” with my husband.
How have I gone with these goals? Well, right now it feels like I have failed miserably.
We tried to have a lovely family weekend away for our wedding anniversary (major error right there, who would have thought it would be a good idea to take a tween away for our anniversary!). It was relaxing (caveat the 12-year-old), we had fantastic food and tasted beautiful local wine. And then on Sunday, the anxiety started. Anxiety that I had dared to take Friday off work and now I need to catch up (read – bul*shit, I had already done my hours and more before well before Friday – there was no “time off”). Anxiety about work on Monday and Tuesday and the deadlines that were hitting and the wheels that were starting to fall off. Continue Reading…