Georgie lay down beside me and rubbed my belly. My mummy tummy. That flabby bit of fat I hate with all my might. The one that prevents me from wearing tight tops and the one I look at every night and sigh. Then he said: I love you mummy. And your belly.
This is a personal post. But I didn’t think too long about whether I should or should not write it like others I have written in the past. It was cathartic. At the base is the firm knowledge of how every mother feels about her child. You want the absolute best for them but above all you want them to be healthy. So what happens when they’re not and that’s not the worse part.
While it is totally ok to cook breakfast, book a spa or buy something extra special for mama on Sunday when we’ll all be celebrating the number one women in our lives, there are a few things she really wants that you just can’t put in a little bag and most cost next to nothing.
While there’s little I can do about those bags under my eyes, I suppose I could sort out some form of babysitting and make my way to a spa or a really great facialist and get myself a proper skin treatment. Obviously that’s not gonna happen. So in the meantime I’m improvising. I’ve been researching ways I can treat my skin from home. Apart from proper cleansing, face masks should be a top priority for everyone because they can make the world of difference. I should know, I’ve been trying a few over the past month and have nailed down my favourite three DIY face masks you can make with stuff you already have in your kitchen. And actually get results.
Hey guys! I hope you had a great Easter and a much-needed relaxing break. Our little family certainly did albeit with ridiculously early mornings because my kids are always up at the crack of dawn no matter the day or event. What I wouldn’t give for a lie-in. Anyway so current ramblings…