Before I became a Mama, I loved nothing more than planning a bit of 'me time'. This could take many guises, from a trip to London for the weekend to see my besties, to getting my nails done regularly or just curling up on the sofa with a sweet treat and watching countless episodes of Downton; sheer self-indulgent bliss.
I'm really lucky in that my husband is an absolute treasure of a man and knows that if I don't have a bit of time to myself I'll start to go a little bit barmy. Looking after a one year old and being six months pregnant do seem to lend themselves to feeling pretty tired by 4pm and, come Thursday, my brain is a bit fuggy. I find myself sitting at the kitchen table unable to make simple decisions about bathroom cabinet choices, and I think we both know that I need a few hours off.
The hunksband doesn't work on Friday afternoons so this has always been a golden time for me. I take a nap, get my nails done, attend a beginner's adult ballet class ... and just veg out. Recently, I've started tutoring an A-Level English student in this time (I was an English teacher for a decade, pre-motherhood) and this gives me a chance to engage the brain and do a bit of work. I also try and use this time to work on my blog and my other freelance commitments, plus plan a really unhealthy Friday night dinner. Afterwards, I always feel great. Tired, obviously, but much more like 'me' and ready to tackle the next day.
are too proud to admit when they’re feeling knackered/stressed/lonely/frustrated and I really don’t think it’s healthy. So, rather than allow yourself (or others) to lead you into thinking that a bit of time out is a failing, I say go and indulge in it. You’ll be so much better at being ‘in the moment’ afterwards.