
When this is all over Mammy…

Happy New Year my Lovely Ladybelles.
By now, the trees are possibly down and the house looks alarmingly bare.
It’s back to uniforms and routine and lunches and gymbags…and after 2 weeks of hibernating with my little cubs, I for one am ready for normality.
I took my tree down on this morning and very quickly realised just how DIRTY my house is.
There is a layer of dust, of handprints and of pawprints and of glitter on every surface in my home and I have decided to give it a new name: it is my “Layer of Love”.
Giving it a nice name like that makes it easier to tolerate. Clever eh? I don’t feel so bad about the dirt now, when I consider that it was my own little munchkins who happily caused it.
In the midst of the New Year’s Resolution BS of January, here are a few precepts or mantras that I intend to try harder to follow this year. They’ve been the same for the past few years; not resolutions, just notes to me, from me, with love.
I’m not changing anything. I simply try to employ these in order to try to keep my sh*t together.
These would the Rules of Mammying if I were Queen of the World.
I’m not going to change in 2020.
I’m quite happy with who and how I am already thank you. I manage (just about!) to keep it all between the ditches just fine as I am. I will be focusing a bit more on balance. I have a lot of plates spinning and it’s time to make them work for me a bit more, rather than me working for them.
I will continue to try to keep implementing these ideas in my daily life.
Especially the Comparenting one. I don’t care if Shaniqua’s Mum lets her sit in the front seat. I don’t care if Tarquin’s Mum gives him Football Special in his lunch. I don’t care if Jezzabell’s Dad brings her to every dance class going. Good for them.
Parent for your kids, in your home.
I hope your layer of love is only beautiful after the holidays.