Well, March has mainly seen me getting fat on cake and biscuits, because I quit chocolate (temporarily) for the British Heart Foundation DECHOX campaign. I was too gutless to give up actual sugar, though, so I’ve been inhaling my way through Soreen, Mr Kipling, and McVities. Er, and Rowntrees.

I managed to stick to it, just – although I accidentally had two cappuccinos with chocolate dust while I was gallivanting in London. Dust completely doesn’t count though, does it?

Off the blog…

I’ve been thinking a lot about time management lately, and more specifically, how much I’m burning the candle at both ends. I might write a post on it (if I get the time, ha!) because it can’t just be me, thinking that I can have it all and keep all the plates spinning. I’ve fallen into the trap of sacrificing sleep and rest, and assuming that I can just hack away at my precious 7 hours of slumber and carve in some extra time for jobs, exercise, and bloody preparation for the next day.

I can’t remember the last time I had a “chilled, pottering” weekend because they just don’t seem to exist in my family at the moment. Weekends are full of the gym and long runs and food shopping and cooking and ironing and children’s clubs and, as lovely as those things are, it’s a bit depressing actually. I look at other people and I don’t actually know how they do it, and still manage to have a semblance of leisure time without booking bloody time off work to do it. Anyway, tips and coping strategies (and eye cream) gratefully received!

On the blog…

My social calendar had a reasonably nice month, for once. I was invited to go and see The Grapes of Wrath at my local theatre and it blew me away, a bit – probably in part because I haven’t seen anything “proper” in a long time and literally all of my theatre trips in the last few years have centred around the back catalogue of Julia Donaldson, peppered with a bit of Ben and Holly. It was lovely to be surrounded by adult, arty types, who didn’t nervously check their watch or periodically rummage around in a Tesco bag for an endless stream of Fruit Shoot and Organix wares.

We continued the “quality time away from the children” theme by going to London for the day. Now, I look back and feel a bit uneasy, because at 2.30pm one Wednesday we ambled along Westminster Bridge, in glorious sunshine and free spirits. A week later, at the same time, in the same spot, an act of terrorism unfolded. It’s not even the “what might have happened if…” thoughts that have bothered me, it’s the “what did happen, and why is this still happening?”. Worringly, it won’t be the last terrorist attack that we see, and it does as though progress is slowly slipping backwards. Anyway, that aside, we had a gorgeous day out and it felt like a novelty to be on our own, without the girls, on a weekday.

My favourite read…

Other mums can be a wicked, judgey bunch. Sweeping statement, yes, but sadly true. Other children can also be little shitebags, and my friend Bridie wrote recently about an incident where a mum completely failed to reprimand her kids after they were abusive and rude to Bridie and her daughter. I think so much behaviour in children is learned from the adults who influence them, and it’s awful when that privilege (for that’s what it is, a privileged) is neglected. I sometimes think I over-compensate with Mouse and encourage her to say please and thank you to something as ridiculous as a dog moving out of her way, but I cannot imagine witnessing her being a toad and not pulling her up on it, especially if she’d upset someone else in the process.

My favourite vlog…

One of my gorgeous friends Ellen from Babies, Biscuits and Booze is pregnant again, and she’s decided to vlog the occasional pregnancy update. I kind of wish I’d been able to do something similar, but frankly I wasn’t blogging when I was pregnant with Moo and I doubt anyone would give a shit about my updates (er, tumbleweed). It kind of reminds me why I started this blog in the first place, though – documenting memories for the girls when they’re older, the modern day version of a Polaroid photo album. Ellen looks bloody amazing, too – like a slightly ethereal angel, who can bear a child AND continue to raise her son without so much as breaking a sweat.

My favourite photo…

One of my favourite Instagram communities is #WorldOfLittles, run by the fabulous White Camellias. It’s the most beautiful collection of photos, and she puts together a weekly roundup of her favourite four images that have been submitted. I took this one on our trip to London, ironically when I didn’t have to look at children for an entire day. I saw this boy as we wandered around South Bank, leaping around trying to pop giant bubbles in the sunshine. I tagged it on Instagram and it made the grade as one of Pat’s featured shots so I was pretty pleased – absolutely 100% a one trick pony based on luck and good lighting!

Anyway, that’s me – in April I’ll be eating all of the Easter eggs then running a half marathon, gah.

Have a good month!

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