‘Self-care’ is all but non-existent as a mum. However, we must find ways to show ourselves a little love to maintain our sanity. Since I couldn’t capture my husband relieving me of baby H’s 5am wake-up call (by far the greatest form of care, albeit not undertaken by myself), here’s my version of self-care.
New vase, new lilies. I didn’t consider their shedding stamen upon purchase. Given the cleaning up of escaped pollen is the opposite of self-care, I may have to delegate the task… Still, don’t they look pretty?
A roast dinner cooked by my husband on a Tuesday, because, why not? In reality we couldn’t face the level of prep required for a roast after taking baby H to his swimming lesson on Sunday!
A slab of new black peppercorn soap to see in hump day. Fabulous.
Perhaps the most unphotogenic dessert ever there was. But look how huge the slice is! Courgette and pistachio cake was a risqué decision, which unfortunately didn’t pay off. Luckily, I’d also picked up a hunk of millionaire’s shortbread. No photo, as patience lost out to greed.
Stripes on stripes on stripes.
Featured: New The White Company brushed cotton pjs.
Not featured: The milkano which later erupted all over featured pjs.
Another less than ‘gram worthy photo. But I love stemless, and my husband loves stems (?). That doesn’t sound quite right. Let’s just say, my husband doesn’t appreciate my appreciation for alternate glassware. N.B. Enjoying a glass of wine as a nursing mum, after more than a year of sobriety, is sensational.
Finding my husband had lovingly set Baby H’s bath ready to go, down to his beloved blue sheep, filled me with love for them both. By far my favourite day of self-care.
Self-care is over for a long time.
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