This little thing we call ‘life’, it can be a challenge at the best of times, right? So having a child, or in my case a Threenager, to content with daily can be arduous & exhausting, yet incredibly fulfilling all in one breath. I’m in the constant tight grip of soul-destroying guilt: Am I doing my best? Enough? Could I be a better parent? Do I spend enough quality time with him? At any given point I could be at opposite ends of the emotional spectrum: from incoherent babbling, to hysterical laugher, or on a baaaaad day non-stop tears streaming down my face. It’s a roller-coaster ride baby.
In a world full of ‘crazy’ (thanks for that line there Phil), it’s become essential for my sanity to seek out a few wee things, that allow a moment of escapism, a pause to remind me of normality. Something for an oomph, just to get me through the day.
Now this is by no means a definitive list, oh no, for that I’d probably bore you to tears…
I wake up to a green tea: I finish the day with a green tea. I literally inhale it throughout the day, leaving a trail of destruction behind me in the form of used tea bags. Posh loose-leaf varieties like teapigs*, or run of the mill, off the shelf stuff (* Other brands are available). You get the idea, I’m a fan. The ability to drink it whilst warm however, is a skill yet to be mastered.
Ahh, modern technology, especially of the Apple variety, is a hit in my world. As corny & cliché as it sounds, my Phone is a lifeline. In those moments of desperation where I need reassurance, no one is too far away from comforting me. Either by phone call, or social media comradely. YouTube has been a savior on more occasions that I can count, with Peppa pig, Transformers, The Disney collector & Kinder Eggs on constant tap, for the toddler, not me. Obvs (God forbid that 4G signal drops to a 3G, or gasp an ‘E’- all hell will break loose). Not forgetting all those valuable apps, which help streamline ‘life’.
I love seeing pretty pictures & escaping through the medium of visually pleasing images (Providing you’re following the right people) & IG is awash with this. It by far trumps all other social media platforms & I adore it, along with the friendly community vibe I’ve discovered over there. A word of wisdom though (as to avoid the thief of joy that is comparison) I tend to view most of what I encounter on Instagram (in fact all social media) through some seriously rose tinted glasses- gently reminding myself that despite the picture perfect lifestyles portrayed, this isn’t always the true reality of life, but a carefully selected glance.
I’m like, t-o-t-a-l-l-y over uncomfy, sky scraper, ankle breaking, blister inducing shoes. Done. From a ‘ealth & safety point of view there is simply no freaking way I could keep up with my mini Huasin Bolt in them (he’s literally off like a whippet). I’ve lost count of how many pairs of shoes I own, it’s my weakness: a pair of alluring shoes you’ve owned for years will be your faithful friend, your trusty steed: they wont let you down, They can evoke those feelings of nostalgia from times gone by, making you feel young & glamorous, or just like you again. Well, this is what I tell kid myself to justify yet another pair for my collection.
Anyways, I digress. A comfy shoe when you’re tearing around the park/ town/ searching for a lost tot in sainsbos, is absolutely a must have to make your day that teeny bit easier to cope with (FYI. Comfy shoes? Can be super stylish too)
I know, I know, this is SO not glam & us parents harp on about it to anyone that’ll listen. But I reckon 90% of all my wobbles, anxieties & health issues are probably caused by lack of sleep & sleep deprivation. Those oh so precious zzz’s. I barely remember what sleep is anymore. When I’m having a particularly trying moment, negotiating my way through an argument with an emotionally unsatble three year old (usually over chocolate, or another new toy), when all I can hear is earth shattering incoherent wails, I just remind myself this episode won’t last, it’ll pass & soon (not soon enough in most cases), I’ll be able to have a few hours of undisturbed*, cherished sleep. *hahahahahahaha. Who am I kidding? Undisturbed? If it’s not the toddler waking me throughout the night with one complaint or another, it’s my conscience on overdrive, rousing me mid sleep. But still…. The sheer thought of sleep eases the exhaustion of the day.