Every Mum I meet or speak to inspires me in some way or another. Whether it's creatively, physically or mentally, each and every one makes me think hard about the Mother I am and my actions/lifestyle (I have a whole list of them under 'Mum's on the left hand side of this blog... look, right there).
One Mum who has stopped me right in my tracks is Hattie. This woman had me shouting out 'YEAH!' this morning. This woman makes sense. She has inspired me. Go and read about a new journey she is starting with her family: an amazing journey that I'm inspired to take and have spent the morning discussing with my husband. This is one adventure I'm so excited to follow and take inspiration from. I hope you'll join me in supporting this wonderful new blog.
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Although she's often mistaken for a twenty one year old due to her attitude, she is in fact twenty one months old today. The apple of my eye.
Totes should have been American
Day Six / No Booze: Wine.
Insomnia is kicking my arse over here and when I do sleep, Lil wakes up with a bloody blocked nose/teething. That's right, she's ill again. This time with the common cold. My body feels like it's getting ready to shut down from tiredness and I ache like crazy from yesterday's first run of the year (I survived!) BUT tomorrow it'll be seven days since I last had a drink. One whole week! I don't remember the last time that happened.
I've thought about wine a lot and we appear to have accrued more of it. I feel like a lion with a plate of steak in front of me (can you tell we've been watching Madagascar a billion times a week?), dayum it's hard.
This week I shall be mainly exercising, not sleeping, looking after a poorly kid and meal planning for next week. Oh, and studying. One month until I start my degree. Oy....
Hard to miss: leggings - old season Topshop, running shoes - Nike
I've thought about wine a lot and we appear to have accrued more of it. I feel like a lion with a plate of steak in front of me (can you tell we've been watching Madagascar a billion times a week?), dayum it's hard.
This week I shall be mainly exercising, not sleeping, looking after a poorly kid and meal planning for next week. Oh, and studying. One month until I start my degree. Oy....
Day Three / No Booze: Tiredness.
I'm exhausted. Newborn 'I haven't slept for days' tiredness. Another discovery: booze for me is what sleeping pills are to others. Exactly that. Does that even make sense? Have I lost the plot?
On Tuesday it took me over four hours to get to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock it was 2:30am and before I knew it I was awake again. And last night? Pretty much the same. I woke up a few times and found it almost impossible to get back to sleep. Today my eyes sting and my body aches. And the bags? Even my new (expensive) concealer isn't concealing.
I've tried white noise, exercise, herbal tea, cutting out caffeine. All of these all at once and nothing, that bastard insomnia is going to get the better of me - I just know it.
On a more positive note, not once today have I thought 'I'd quite like a glass of wine' unlike yesterday where I was pretty sure I was going to crack and fetch a bottle from the garage. Go me. Maybe it's the tiredness.
Three down, however many to go...
If you'd like to support me on my journey for Cancer Research UK, you can do so here.
On Tuesday it took me over four hours to get to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock it was 2:30am and before I knew it I was awake again. And last night? Pretty much the same. I woke up a few times and found it almost impossible to get back to sleep. Today my eyes sting and my body aches. And the bags? Even my new (expensive) concealer isn't concealing.
To help my ever growing eyebags. Get yours here (the reviews are great)
I've tried white noise, exercise, herbal tea, cutting out caffeine. All of these all at once and nothing, that bastard insomnia is going to get the better of me - I just know it.
On a more positive note, not once today have I thought 'I'd quite like a glass of wine' unlike yesterday where I was pretty sure I was going to crack and fetch a bottle from the garage. Go me. Maybe it's the tiredness.
Three down, however many to go...
If you'd like to support me on my journey for Cancer Research UK, you can do so here.
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