This can definitely be classified as a way to be happy and healthy. Give your blog a facelift! I’ve been itching to do this for a while now so it feels good to finally see the new logo. And it feels even better to unveil the inspiration behind it: my new business cards designed by Design Lab, a local mother-run business that’s worth learning all about if you run a business too.
Going to bed early. This one was a tough one for me. I bet it is for most but perhaps especially for parents. We’re lucky to get just a couple of hours in the evening to ourselves into which we try to jam everything or we doing nothing and watch Netflix. For me, for ages, it used to be one or the other and in the end neither were doing me any good. So I decided to focus on going to bed earlier at least three to four times a week. Here’s how it has been.
The kids are back at school so I’m assuming, like me, you are faced with a landslide of forms to fill in and various belongings that need name tags. Ever since Georgie started preschool over four years ago I have been using a number of ways to keep track of his lunchbox and water bottle and school bag, all of which have disappointed me. So when I discovered Unicorns and Superheroes who specialise in kiddie stationery and name tag WATERPROOF stickers I knew I could now relax.
Who else is jumping for joy at the thought of a routine and a new school year? Let me tell you who isn’t. Georgie, my seven year old who declared over a month ago that he does not want to go to school. Of course I completely understand what he means and why he doesn’t want to go so I’ve been reading up on separation anxiety and how I can help him deal with all the emotions that come with this change in his life.
A few months ago, during a usual busy evening with the exception of being heavily pregnant, I was huffing and puffing, folding clothes, picking up toy cars up off the floor and rushing to get dinner ready when I heard Georgie talking in his room. Loudly. It was 8.30 and he was supposed to be in bed. Manically, I made my way up the stairs, fired up to give him a scolding. But then I stopped. As I came closer to his bedroom door I realised he wasn’t talking. He was reading.