Some days are better than others
Some days I am on top of the laundry, and some days the laundry is on top of me.
Some days a blog post comes to me fully formed in the shower. Some days I have to hiccup it out like a cat barfing.
Some days I go for a run or do a whole exercise video and then saute kale for lunch. Some days I stop after five minutes and have a muffin instead.
Some days my children climb trees and run outside and I show them how to make leaf rubbings, and feed them meals that have components from each of the food groups. Some days they sit in front of the TV for too long and get a waffle and five frozen peas for dinner.*
Some days I am fired up with efficiency, and the kitchen is clean and the dentist appointments are scheduled and the new season's clothes are sorted and I am superwoman.
Some days I'm not.
I think the key is not to give up after one - or many in a row - of the off days. Just keep swimming.
*Obviously, I'm talking about Mabel here. For Dash, eating from all the food groups means a peanut-butter sandwich and a juice box.
Labels: advice, arty, autumn, being grownups, nature, Parenting, self-centred
