Last week was not a good week. I was incredibly teary and just lacking motivation. I felt like I was sinking and didn’t know how to jump ship. Only yesterday when someone asked me how Mothers Day was did it really click; I hadn’t been thinking much about it, just trying to ignore it really but I don’t think in doing so I realised the enormity of how much it was affecting me.
It was hanging over me like a big black cloud and it was hard, really hard. But like everything since last April you plough through it and here I am. Feeling battered and bruised emotionally but it’s sparked something. I can’t believe the different a week has made.
I haven’t had massively busy or particularly exciting week but if you saw on my Instagram that I decided to have a mass sort out of clothes and whilst I was way in over my head the girls room is now spotless and I have bagged up two huge bags for a school table top sale and another two boxes of girls clothes out the way and I’m feeling good! There’s only our room to really sort out then the house is in pretty good shape. Not sure where this new found energy has come from but I’m feeling happy about it