Ladies, are you 'looking after' yourself in the midst of all that 'looking after' everybody else?
Are you in the Martyr Mummy Brigade - 'cause, you know, that's just how it is - suck it up and keep on keeping on?
Are you waiting until tonight/tomorrow/next week/your birthday/next year/school age/when the kids leave home... to do that something for you?
Uh huh. Me too. Guilty, your honour.
This week one of the fittest, healthiest women I know has had a scare.
A scary scare - that has me reeling.
And wanting to send each and every one of my beautiful girlfriends off on a mini break.
Yes, we can't 'afford' to get sick - so we convince ourselves we're not.
Yes, we can't 'afford' to drop any of the balls - so we run ourselves ragged.
Yes, no one else will do it if we don't - so we do it.
Yes, so-and-so manages even more than us - so we can't possibly ask for/accept help.
Will it take a serious kick in the visible panty line to make us prioritise our own health and happiness though?
Of course our families, partners and children need us.
They need us alive and kicking.
Healthy and happy.
I dare you (and I ) to...
- Ignore the dust and have a cuppa.
- Use the creche/neighbour/family member and schedule that exercise/pedicure/dance class/coffee break.
- Put eggs on toast on the dinner menu.
- Make that doctor's appointment - for you.
- Say no occasionally.
- Close the bathroom door.
- Ask for a hand.
- Offload some guilt - and any unnecessary energy sappers.
- Demand a day off - and find a way to make it happen.
- Be your own best friend - and heed the advice you would give her.
I say all of this as I look down at my lists of lists of lists - so please do as I say, not as I do!
I'm also slightly intoxicated by that extra freedom, chill and luxury that the first week of [baby free] maternity leave brings. Direct me here in a month's time, won't you?
Make ungainly descent from soapbox, catch breath, re-adjust knickers.