Last weekend, with no real belief there would be a heatwave, I mused to my husband about getting a pedicure. You know, it's hard to get moments for self care in my busy life. "It's not because of your busy life. You won't let anyone touch your feet." Oh yeah. Been so busy I forgot… Continue reading That Time I Got Caught Out With Heatwave Feet!
I stumbled upon a blog I am not going to share the other day. I'm not going to share it because it disturbed me deeply. Luckily - from a position of privilege, knowing a bit of basic psychology, and a lot of mindfulness - it disturbed me on a sort of theoretical "Oh my days,… Continue reading Social Media, Selfishness Shaming and Motherhood.
OK so I'm the parent, I give the permission round here. I like to think of it as giving, not restricting because I'm a horrendous old hippy at heart. But in terms of who has to adhere to guidelines for their own good, it would be The Childe. Except (and I honestly think this is… Continue reading Giving Myself Permission
If you follow me on Twitter you will have seen some photos on my Saturday afternoon in The Dodo Micropub, Hanwell. Oh yes! I was out, on my own (well, with a friend) drinking beer. For shame! Call the soft focus Facebook quote brigade quickly, they need to strip me of some #realmum and #blessed… Continue reading Me Time: The Dodo Micropub Hanwell
Which we know is a myth, right? Myth or not, today is pretty foul and dreary. It got me thinking about the influx of ‘you can do anything’ social media stuff which is supposed to buoy us up, but can be a total downer. Because, as social media is compartmentalised, it often translates as ‘you should do everything’ and behind it is that nasty aftertaste: why am I not? Am I cowardly? Am I lazy? No, you’re prioritising.