So where have I been?
Living down an anxiety hole of my own creation.
My last blog (90daysdrydreamingofpimms.blogspot.com) practically wrote itself, as I was keeping track of a 90 day challenge, and the whole effort was linked to a charity that I could talk about for years - whether or not anyone would listen. This blog started because I didn't want to stop writing, and people asked me if I planned to keep going, but it felt weird to keep writing as 'The 90 Days Mum', as 90 days had been and gone. But all of a sudden I felt like an imposter. Who was I to talk about 'Mum-Care' when I was so singularly rubbish at it myself?
So here are some of the things I thought I needed to do:
- Real ALL the self-care books (or at the very least, one).
- Find the perfect solution for time management for Mums.
- Fill the freezer with batch-cooked healthy food.
- Courses! All the courses! About everything!
- Declutter seven years' worth of rubble from my home - and try again to read Marie Kondo without swearing at the book.
- Hoover. Every time it might seem I had time to blog. Hoovering definitely crucial - then, oh dear, no time to blog.
- Buy a book about procrastination.
- Stop procrastinating long enough to read book about procrastination.
- Get generally perfect.
- Run. All the time. Do a marathon easily. And walk every day to clear my head.
- Mediation, mindfulness, breathing. Surely I couldn't write about Mum-Care without knowing about all that?
- Do a specialist degree somehow related to Additional Needs, in case I ever said something about my kids and needed peer-reviewed proof that I wasn't talking out my own rear end.
- Pilates. Or yoga. Or a fusion. Or at least spend many days wondering which to do and why. And maybe I can find an online course on how to choose...?
- Sleep like my Fitbit is watching.