This weekend I don’t think I’m going to be at my finest. I don’t think I’m going to embody the qualities of my other business, The Conscious Mother either.
Here’s my whinge… This weekend my husband and I have to get our 4 kids to and from their school family twilight gig, cadet commitments, scout sleepover, gymnastics, 2 birthday parties and a play date.
Plus I have to run a workshop for colleagues tomorrow afternoon which I normally love but I’m shattered….and it leaves my husband doing the running around for that part of the weekend on his own.
My husband and I have had to cancel a long overdue catch up with our friends to be able to do all this running around. Clearly our planning was crap this weekend.
This is also following a seriously exhausting week which was made worse after my computer died and I had issues with software not playing nice with each other on my new computer – I’ve lost 2 days to sorting it and been up until 4am twice this week.
I know they are first world problems. Truly I do.
But….Tonight I just feel like ranting and chucking a big tanty.
Nope. No conscious mothering this weekend I’m afraid.