Where has the time gone?
The past two weeks have been a little crazy in my life and I am feeling very over it all.
My husband has been laid low with a flare up of an old back injury, his dreaded nemesis the bulging disc wrecking havoc on his health.
Now, when I say he has been laid low, I really mean really laid low. The poor man has been flat on his back on the floor in the lounge room and hasn't been able to sit or stand for more than a minute without excruciating agony for the past two weeks. I think he has left a body imprint in our flooring it has been so long since he has budged.
I do feel very sorry for my big fella, but bloody hell it had been difficult to shoulder the burden of the household by myself. I find myself having to tackle all of those manly tasks like spider chasing, rubbish removal and heavy lifting as well as fitting in all of my normal mothering duties, cooking, cleaning, work etc and already I am sick of it and my time seems to have become non existent.
Hats off to all those single parents that somehow manage to cope with it all because I am floundering.
And unfortunately stress does terrible things to me and I cope by eating and worrying. Very helpful mechanisms I know.
And equally unfortunate is how I look when I am stressed. Saying that the pasty, unkempt and spotty look is unattractive is a gross understatement so even if I had the time to take some outfit shots you most definitely would not want to have seen them. Trust me, I am doing you a big favour.
Anyway, today I could take it no more and I braved the rain and escaped to quickly fit in a bit of me time when I was meant to be grocery shopping. Dressing up again, hitting the op shops and scoffing a salted caramel macaroon did the trick beautifully and I think I am restored and rejuvenated once more.
A girl can be wonderfully cheered up by some gorgeous vintage gloves, a capelet and my new to me red bag. (And salted caramel macaroon's! Oh yeah!)
By the way is it just me or does everyone like to flap their arms madly when they are wearing a cape and imagine they are birds? Or bats? Or superman?
Or is it just me?
Does anyone have any real tips on managing stress besides macaroons?