Ummm… excuse me?
Where has the year gone?
My last blog post was on December 4th, 2017, and it is now February 20th, 2018!
I feel like the end of 2017 was so busy and full on that my feet barely touched the ground.
January was spent trying to piece myself back together and re-group while also relaxing and hanging out with my kids and family.
And then, in the blink of an eye, we are 2 months in and I am only just coming up for air. Only just finding a chink brain space to start thinking about my blog and little projects I’m keen to explore. Up until now, it has been 3 months of total AUTO-PILOT.
Do you ever feel like you’re in Auto-Pilot? Madly rushing around with a million things piling up in never-ending lists in your brain? Feeling like you have so much to do, and literally no time to do it!
And then you hit “Breaking Point”!
I can always tell when I’ve hit Breaking Point. It’s at that stage when I start walking around the house ranting and raving about all the “crap” that is lying absolutely everywhere. Shoes, clothes, toys, books, cups, plates, Lego, and don’t get me started on CRAFT! When there are so many random pictures, boxes covered in sticky tape, bits of string, paddle pop sticks, glitter, paint, beados (don’t know what they are? Ask a 5 year old!), and strange ‘potions’ in odd containers made from your favourite body wash/shampoo/moisturiser/soap you just want to scream or curl up in a corner and cry, or both.
That’s when I know that I need to take a step back.
It’s also at that point that suddenly everyone in the house mobilises. Hubby and kids kick into “save mum from colossal break down” mode. We all band together and I am given the help and support and love I need to get through.
It is unfortunate that I always let it get to this point. I am not great at asking for help – I’d rather be a martyr and battle through. But that doesn’t help anyone, least of all me. And it leads inevitably to that terrible mummy-guilt when you feel like you aren’t doing a good enough job and you are always tired, moody and teary.
And I think that maybe, if I just said those words, “Can you please give me a hand?”, a little bit sooner, a weight would be lifted and I’d cope better.
So, here’s to a ‘better late than never’ New Year’s resolution –
2018 – the Year of Asking For and ACCEPTING Help (rather than trying to do it all myself and then falling in a big, blubbering, stressed out mess that isn’t fun for anyone, especially me and my family).
Happy New Year!