The diary of a 70s-born mum of two; on life, the universe and everything, including whether we can still be yummy when we are a mummy.....
Saturday, 17 July 2021
When your children need you less
Friday, 19 February 2016
Time flies and the children grow so!
How did they grow up so fast?!
Are you feeling like this at the moment? Like it's only a few precious moments ago that you had all these plans and ideas about how their childhood would be, and suddenly they are asking for their own phone and applying to secondary school and couldn't give a toss about the cookie baking idea you had.
What happened?
Yesterday my daughter was listening to my iPod on random shuffle and came across a song she called "Sister Add It". It turns out it was Five Star's classic "System Addict". When I mentioned it to my husband and had the nerve to say I'm showing her some great retro tunes he replied, "Five Star isn't retro; it's ancient!"
Oh good grief!
It's less that the children have grown up. It's more that I seem to have missed the passing of the years and am suddenly a decade older.
I turned 41 this year. I feel 21 still. I'm definitely aiming to increase my flexibility this year in dance class and get down into those 'splits'. So I'll be lying to my body from now on. I'll be insisting that it responds exactly as it did at 21, whether it likes it or not.
I'm sure my knees will be delighted with the news!
What lies do you tell yourself in an effort to feel younger?
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Forgotten how to have fun? How to get your comedy mojo back
I distinctly remember at age 17 telling my parents that I wasn't going to get all boring when I got older. I didn't see why you should stop being silly and having fun just because you were grown up. For me this meant I absolutely planned to own a house with a fireman's pole and a helter-skelter style spiral slide from bedroom to kitchen.
Funnily enough I don't have either in my house now, and I am fast approaching 40.
I watch my 7 and 5 year old daughters running around pretending to be Batman and the Joker, giggling their heads off, and I try and remember the last time I giggled like that. The high pitched hysterical giggle that makes others smile to just hear.
I can't remember.
When the girls were babies I considered myself pretty good at playing the fool enough to get them to laugh. Now it feels like hard work. We are having a tough year as a family, but nothing I should moan about.
So to get my comedy mojo back I am planning on working on my laughter muscles. I have a plan of action. Read on to find out how....