I made a new years resolution this year. I'm not usually one who makes them so I thought I would keep it simple. Look after myself a little more. After having my children and not returning to work full time I've let myself go. It's a funny saying isn't it? To let one's self 'go'. Go where? I've certainly not been going anywhere in particular, apart from school drop off/pick up, the park, grocery shopping... But it seems my other self has run off, all dolled up, to have some non-mummy fun somewhere and left frumpy self behind.
So it took me until about mid February to see to this resolution. Well to think about seeing to it really. My ultimate goal is to get to the hairdressers. What a simple goal, yet seemingly so unattainable. My last hair cut was over two years ago! Eek! And a dye from a box was applied sometime after the twins were just born. Needless to say my hair is constantly in the mummy bun and when it does get released for a day or two it's almost touching the waistband on my jeans. But there always seems to be a more pressing situation to take care of, and my enemy 'Time' is always giggling at me while running off into the horizon. Hopefully this goal gets achieved by the end of the year, for now I'll have to try to find something that doesn't take too much time out of my day, but brings a bit of my other self back again.
One day, while dusting the bookshelf in my glorious frumpiness, I came across a nail polish. These are usually reserved for toe use as my finger nails refuse to grow (unless I'm pregnant, then strangely enough they take off). But I thought I would give it a shot, stumpy nails and all.
Note the crappy job.
But then the inevitable happens...
The chipped nail polish look is never a good one...
A few positives have come out of this simple act. Firstly, it forces me to sit and do nothing until the polish has dried. This is rare for me, usually even in down time I would be doing something just to get it done while I can. Next, my nails have actually started growing a little and it makes me feel a bit more girlie, rather than just boy mum-ie. And lastly it opened my eyes to another hairy issue I have been using the 'time' excuse to avoid. The two furry caterpillars that have been slowly growing on my face. I rediscovered tweezers, forgot about those guys. For some reason I kept thinking I HAD to try to find the time to go to the beautician and get them waxed.
Slow progress, I know, but progress nonetheless. My 'other self' has popped in to say hi, hopefully she'll visit a little more often and maybe even stick around for a while. Its nice to see her again for a change, and I think Master N likes it too. Each time I change colour he notices, "Oh, I like your nails mum!" Thanks son. It's nice when the little things are noticed by those you would least expect.
I do believe its important for a mother to feel good about herself and take that time to make sure it happens, a whole family benefits from this. If Time would just stop running for a moment...
Look after yourselves folks
Adele