Last week, I was a bit of a rubbish Parent. The girls haven’t been sleeping well and in turn I’ve woken up exhausted every morning. I don’t do well on very little broken sleep so after the school run, most mornings have been spent flaked out on the sofa until nursery time. The housework crept up around me and I generally had no energy to do anything.
I was feeling very guilty come Friday about my lack of really achieving anything during the week. The ever present little voice on my shoulder seems to be counting down the days until September when my babies start school and the luxury of mornings together will be no more, forever more.
I knew my Dad was off work that day so I decided we would go for a little wander down by the river. Armed with some seed, we met Dad and his dog down there where we fed the ducks and geese (who did not take kindly to Harry the dog as they hissed incessantly at him whilst he sat looking on bemused!) and giggled as we tried to aim it in the water and failed miserably. We then had a stroll by the river and then my ever hungry monkeys said they wanted something to eat so we decided to have a drive to our local garden centre. This place isn’t much to look at I’ll admit, however there’s a big play corner where the girls can play happily whilst Dad and I had a catch up.
It’s lovely when they can go off and play as sitting quietly round a table isn’t for my girls; they want to be off playing and free to roam about. I chucked the diet out the window and had a huge bacon sandwich followed by a big chocolate brownie – delicious!
In total, we were only out a couple of hours yet it felt like I’d actually accomplished something when we dropped them off for nursery. I felt I’d somehow redeemed myself and even came home and sorted all the washing out. Lack of sleep coupled with rubbish weather really has taken its toll on me this week. I know that once I’m up and about I will be more motivated, but sometimes you have to give yourself a big kick up the arse to get going.