I’M OFTEN accused of neglecting myself or not putting myself first enough.
Well I am a parent and so I put my children first, which is exactly as it should be.
So when I’m told I need to buy and do things for just me, and not my children, I stubbornly refuse to listen.
I’m happy with my munchkins, and so long as they have everything they need I’m happy!
But when I take a peak at my wardrobe I do get a bit of a feeling maybe my critics are right, well at least a tiny little bit.
Take my ‘work wardrobe’ for instance which consists of pretty-much five outfits. Not that it bothers me, it is enough clothes and I know I’m not alone on that score.
And if I was a bloke would anyone notice/care when I wore the same shirt and tie each week?
But the scale of my neglect doesn’t just stay there. At the weekend I took a peak at my ‘collection’ of shoes which is far from vast. Trainers, boots, scandals, work shoes. Just enough – well at first glance anyway.
Because, of course, many of them are getting a little rough around the edges, scuffed or really need throwing out!
So whittle that down and, again, I’m left with a handful of usable footwear.
Well that is okay, I have enough casual clothes at least...... well sort of.
I’m ashamed to say some of them just might be quite a few years old, and not in absolutely pristine condition.
And many of them are survivors of all the dribble/baby sick/crayon marks/general child-related mess which have been thrown their way.
Okay, so maybe, just maybe my friends and family have a point.
So at the weekend I took myself off to the shops and bagged myself a few new bits – and some fabulous charity shop bargains!
I didn’t go mad – if only I could afford to – and it was nice to wear something new, rather than that same top I wear every week.
But the hardest part of the day was fighting the instinct to head straight to the children’s section.
Yes, I’m hopeless!
It’s party time!
SO I spent last night writing out birthday party invitations – and now I am wondering what I have got myself into.
My little man turns four next month and, like his little friends, would like a real party – not the family-affair of the previous three years.
So venue is booked, invitations are written, games are being planned – as is a post-party rest for mummy!
Lots to do!