I’m going to write properly about our weekend away, on review, in a separate post. But this post is about something entirely different. Well, no, it’s not, but anyway, give me a moment to explain myself.
I can’t help but wonder if we – mothers and fathers, are just taking on too much. I’ve currently got strep B in my throat and whilst I no longer worry that this might be what makes me fall off my perch, it’s given me another opportunity for some navel gazing. Or perhaps, it’s not that we take on too much but instead, that we – and I mean me – in this – try too hard? I try to do the right things with birthday parties, school pool dips, play dates, being available to our children, finding time and the will to have a date night with Lovely Bloke, worrying about my parents who are Up North, remembering that I want to lose a lot of weight before my brother’s wedding in September. It just never ends…. so anyway, I’m thinking, that perhaps I either need to do less or not try as hard with what I do take on.
Have you noticed that I’m not referring to my work here? I love my work, I make it happen, it all flows and just is something that I’ve now gotten down to a pretty fine art. Perhaps I need to apply work like thinking to all things non work related? I have a few days next week where I am working, and a few where I am with the boys. The more time I spend with them, the more time I want to spend with them. It’s addictive. Being there. Seeing my biggest, in the back garden, whacking his brother’s favourite, new, shiny football with the garden brush. Looking around hoping no one has seen that he’s broken it. Realising that he can twirl the stick of the brush like a ninja, wincing as it passes his nose and nearly gives himself an injury. Laughing when he realises we’re all watching from the kitchen window. That’s what I am working to make more time for – seeing it all unfold. And being there to make it better when the injury does happen!
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