A while ago, in a previous life, the life that I had before I became a mum, I thought weekends were the most precious things in the world. I had a stressful job, a job that followed me home and quite often creeped into my weekends. I was very strict about the sort of activities I deemed weekend-appropriate - books were read, lovely food was consumed, long walks were taken, more books were read. I did not work, unless forced. I did not think about work, unless forced. One weekend I was awoken by a telephone call at 1.30am because someone could not a find a particular report in their inbox. That is not ok, and the intrusion into my precious weekend still upsets me to this day, even though that particular job is now, thankfully, behind me. You know who you are, 1.30 am weekend intruder, and you will always be on my 'list'.
Life is very different now. I work, obviously, but there's a lot less structure involved and a lot more control at my end. And yet, I still can't shake the idea that weekends are solely for the above listed activities. Weekends are 'me' time, they are 'family' time, and yet due to the flexible nature of our occupations, this could conceivably occur at anytime. The weekend is just like any other day.
So this weekend, like most, has been focused on leisure. We breakfasted in our favourite local cafe, and we've read, and painted, and walked. The babe is obsessed with 'Dear Zoo' by Rod Campbell, and although it's a glorious book, reading it twenty plus times a day can be a little draining. As each month passes I think, he's going to move on, surely, he's going to become obsessed with something else. But no, 'Dear Zoo' is hanging on in there.
I've decided to try and eat a bit better, as I do ooh, roughly every month. But this time it's for real ... I hope. I find that if I'm feeling a little anxious or stressed then any notion of a sensible diet goes out of the window, and yet healthy food and a healthy mindset and well-being are so connected. I started with a huge bowl of fruit, muesli, and yogurt at the cafe, and finished the day with a delicious warm salad of grilled halloumi and quinoa. Both amazing. Maybe I really will stick to it this time. *Slides half-eaten bag of haribo out of view*
We took a trip to Brighton, and forgot to see the sea, but I did buy the skinniest of skinny jeans from Topshop. Now, it's quite a long time since I last ventured into Topshop, and although I love the jeans (I'm a sucker for a high waist), I was pretty shocked to discover they now stock UK size 4 clothes. I do think the fashion industry has a responsibility, often grossly neglected, to promote a healthy body image, and I'm pretty certain this isn't the way to go about it. I'm tiny, and a size 8 - and yet according to my BMI I'm underweight. So who exactly are these size 4 clothes aimed at?
I'm off to enjoy the rest of my precious weekend with birthday parties galore. Have a lovely one, and don't forget to check out my summer finds in the Lori and the Caravan shop.