We are at the start of another school term after 2 glorious weeks of lie-ins (older kids perk) and slow starts and routine has gone all out the window-at my house at least. Every time a new school term starts it feels kind of like New Years for parents- I set myself allsorts of new goals and promise myself I’m going to be more organised, get more shit done and make sure the kids do there homework before the last minute.
It might just be me who feels this way, but the new term feels like a fresh start, like New Years Eve but without the headache.
Much like New Years i start the term full of positivity and productivity before life gets in the way and its back to business as usual, all new goals and promises forgotten. So how do some people stick to their goals when the majority of us fall off the wagon so quickly? I wish I new the answer because I’m definitely one of those people who very rarely can finish what unstated. Obviously the difference is they keep doing it, maybe some people are naturally more motivated than the rest of us.
The most effective way to do it, is to do it.
So as both Amelia and Nike put it ‘Just do it’. I have printed that quote out and put it on my wall to remind me to keep getting off my ass! This term I’m going to stick to my New Term Resolutions. Here are my 5…
* Eat less and better
*Do one thing just for me each week
*make my kids do there homework before the night before its due
*Stay up-to-date with my study 😬
What are your resolutions for term 3? Hopefully some of them are just for you!
Not just a Mum
I had my first baby when I was 21, an age where I was just beginning to discover who I was. From the moment my precious boy was born I fully emersed myself in the role of Motherhood, he was followed by my daughter 3.5 years later and my Motherhood journey continued.
Now my kids are older (8 and 11) and are at an amazing age where they are a lot more independent and have mini-lives of there own and I’m left to ponder “who am I, other than a mother and wife”.
The answer is I don’t know. I have lost myself along the way, so it’s become my mission to find ‘me’ again.
It’s harder than it sounds, I don’t even know what I like to do apart from things with the kids and my responsibilities, and I have no idea how to put myself first.
So this is my new mission in life. I am going to do me, focus on me and find my passions. I’m going to learn to spend money on myself, instead of just my kids and husband-I’m going to give myself permission to spoil myself.
And I’m going to try new things, and try and discover my passions. I’ve signed up for a watercolour art class and pottery class -even this was hard (I’m not shy, but I am quite an introvert)
Sometimes Mums need permission to put themselves first, because once the kids are grown your left with yourself! I want to be someone I would want to hang out with. I want to get my hair and nails done and have adventures. I want my days to be full and not just busy.
I’m going to aim to try one new thing a week-even if it’s something small and I would love you to hold me accountable. I’ll share with you a monthly round up of my journey and hopefully inspire you to ‘do you’ to.
One of Each, a girl and a boy, how perfect….
Well it’s is actually pretty great, you do get the best of both worlds-but it’s also like having two only children.
No hand me downs, no common interests, but just as many fights. And I can’t parent them the same way because what works for one most definitely doesn’t work for the other (although this could be common for anyone with more than one)
Mine are 3 and a half years apart, which has been pretty great. Now they are getting older (8 and 11) they are pretty independent and the majority of the time my life is a shit load easier than a couple years ago!
But we can’t go and see a family movie together or do almost any activity without one or both bitching! She still loves cartoons and everything girly and he likes killing shit on his Playstation and that movie hasn’t come out yet.
I sometimes daydream of having two of the same sex, they would be friends and play together-but I’m guessing my reality would probably be pretty much the same? I sure as hell didn’t play with my sister’s or even like them until they were grown.