Last week as I was struggling out of the leisure centre, chasing the toddler, carrying the huge changing bag and the baby car seat, the woman on the desk smiled at me, and said “You’re amazing, I don’t know how you do it.”
And for a moment I thought, as I always do when someone says something like that, “do what?” Because as ever, it’s the things I haven’t done that I think about, rather than the things I haven’t achieved. Then today, Mamacrow sent me this fabulous link and I decided that actually, the woman on the desk was right.
I am amazing. I have four fabulous children. I work hard to feed them food actually cooked instead of out of packets. I try to follow their interests and challenge them to widen their horizons and grow. I supply them with educational opportunities and fun outings, I make pizza from scratch because it’s Small’s favourite food.
My shopping expeditions are convoluted – Aldi because they do the right cereal and organic baby food for out and about. Lidl for the right chocolate bars and chocolate spread, and the only cat food that the cat will eat. The coop for a variety of locally sourced additions to our diet, Morrison’s for the cheapest beer. And on it goes.
Don’t get me started on shoe shopping, or making sure that the clothes I buy don’t have irritating labels or scratchy fabrics.
And I do it.
I more or less keep us organised, they are all healthy and reasonably happy, so tonight I’m just going to feel proud of myself. Bit of that self respect I mentioned the other night.
What are you proud of yourself for? Because come on, I know you’re amazing too.
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