Posts tagged ‘balance’

January 23, 2012

Energy In, Energy Out.

So, running again yesterday. It was hard. Much harder than last week, which lulled me into some false sense of security. Today, the wind was blowing a gale, all the frozen ground had turned into a good few inches of mud and it was really difficult. I had to stop and walk in places, because it was so slippery I couldn’t get a grip, and given that I’m only just recovering from one injury, I didn’t want to end up with another. So, I spent quite a bit of the time, walking, swearing and watching my much-fitter husband disappearing into the distance.

See what I mean?

In the summer of 2010, I was the slimmest and fittest I’ve ever been, if you discount the year when I was 19 and working full time in a riding stables. I even fitted into a pair of size eight jeans. For about half an hour. Although I am fine about being bigger ( I don’t think I’m ever really destined to be a size 8 again) I am less happy about my level of fitness dropping so much and truthfully, I don’t want to let myself get any bigger than I am now. A combination of injury, greed and laziness has resulted in me putting on quite a bit of weight and losing muscle tone and although I’m still fitter than I was at my lowest point in 2006/7, I am still unhappy about it.

So, time for a plan. As well as the weekly outdoor run, I will make a better effort to get to the gym for two mixed cardio and weight sessions a week and also try to find something that will help my ever-decreasing flexibility.  Although my body is far better suited to cycling than it is to running, the reality is that running gets me fitter, faster. I simply don’t have the time on a regular basis to put in the miles of cycling. So that will have to be for occasional fun, with completing Cycletta being the highlight of my cycling year.

The simple truth about losing weight and getting fitter is this: Energy In vs. Energy Out. That’s it. Although there are a million ways (all complete with a best-selling diet book) of doing it, they all rely on that one fact. Granted, there are better and worse ways of obtaining that energy, but I’m not a nutritionist, so I’m not going to try to describe them. Suffice to say, more of what you eat should be in the form of vegetables than Mars Bars. But that’s it. If you put more energy into your body in the form of calories, than you expend through living, breathing and exercising, that energy will be stored by your body. Use up more energy than you put in, and your body will use up those stores of energy. The bonus is that muscle uses up more energy than fat, even at rest, so you continue to benefit from the exercise even when you’re not actually in the middle of it.

Of course, what this doesn’t take into account is our emotional relationship with food. If I tell myself I’m not going to eat cake for a week, there is barely a second goes by without me thinking of cake. So, the deal I am making with myself is this – a bit less cake, a bit more exercise. Just enough to tip the Energy In vs. Energy Out balance. We’ll see how I get on.

December 21, 2011

Spiced biscuits for Christmas.

Although I haven’t made any home-made gifts this year, I do try to make time for baking at Christmas. Spiced biscuits are exactly the kind of thing I enjoy making with the kids. Although it has to be said, it’s fairly unlikely that I will be sharing these with anyone, given the probable addition of a good dose of my children’s snot! (What a lovely thought…) As long as I realise that creating something edible is less important than having fun, then its a great way to spend time with them over the holidays. Having said that, these biscuits are yummy.

Ingredients:

350g plain flour

1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda

4 teaspoons of mixed spice (or you can add ginger and cinnamon instead, 2-3 teaspoons of each)

175g muscovado sugar (using light gives you a lighter biscuit, dark will make it more treacly in taste)

100g of unsalted butter, cut into pieces

4 tablespoons of runny honey

1 beaten egg

Method:

Sift the flour into a large bowl, add the bicarbonate of soda and spices. Be warned, this is when it starts to get messy, two year olds do not understand ‘sifting’!

Rub in the butter using your fingers as you would with pastry. Lovely and sticky…

Stir in the sugar. The add the egg and golden syrup before mixing to form the dough.

Lightly flour a work-surface,  then turn the dough out, kneading it some more to make sure that the mixture is all brought together properly, before rolling with a rolling pin until flat (roughly half a centimetre thick) and cutting into shapes. Thicker biscuits will stay slightly soft inside, like gingerbread, which is just as nice. Thinner ones will go crispy.

Cook in 190 degree oven for about 10 minutes – but do check them, as they can burn around the outsides quite quickly.

If you like, you can decorate these biscuits with white icing, although they never last long enough in my house for that!

 

December 19, 2011

All I Want for Christmas (That Money Can’t Buy)

I’ve been tagged by the lovely folk at More Than a Mum to write a list of things that I would like for Christmas that money cannot buy.

It’s a very timely request because I’ve been thinking about this for a while already. To be honest, by the time Christmas actually gets here what I might need is a lie down in a darkened room, such is the stress of school, pre-school, work and home stuff all leading up to the big day. From outfit requests for Nativity to Secret Santa at work, it’s one long ‘to-do’ list and I’m exhausted. And that’s before I’ve even thought about paying for everything on a pretty strict budget. I’d make more things myself if I could, but at number one on the wish list of every working mother is the gift of TIME, so in truth, although I have lovely images of self-created gifts, it would probably have caused me more stress than it solved!

Anyway, that’s my whining over with. Here are the ‘money cannot buy’ gifts I would wish for this Christmas:

1: Happiness for my friends. So many of us are struggling with problems, whether they are physical, emotional, financial or something else. My friends, scattered around the world as they are, mean so much to me. They have seen me through highs, lows, bad dancing, near-death experiences, quick drinks-after-work that lead to being thrown out at closing time (after putting the world to rights, obviously) , long distance travel, parenting and everything else. I love them dearly and would like nothing more than to be reassured of their happiness this Christmas.

2: I would love to be able to slow my children down a bit on Christmas Day. A pause button would be handy. They’re so excited at the moment, they cannot sit still for a second and I know that in the flurry of excitement on Christmas morning, they will be tearing the paper off carefully chosen and wrapped gifts with utter abandon. I’d like to get them to slow down. To appreciate each gift (even if it’s clothes!) before turning to the next. They are so fortunate and blessed to be loved by so many people. I know that they’re only little, so this really doesn’t cross their minds at all. I just want the feeling of joy and appreciation to last as long as it can.

3: In the same vein, I’d love for peace. On a global scale, if I can have it, but if not, then just between my children would be perfect. They do fight quite a bit – when they’re tired, over-excited, or when they’ve just been stuck indoors too long. Like racehorses, they need daily exercising! Last year, Father Christmas was a bit silly and put quite a large packet of sweets into each stocking. Which ended up being secretly eaten for breakfast. Which then led to a huge burst of sugar-fuelled excitement following by fighting and then keeling over. Anyway, I’ve had a word with him and this year, he’s only going to put a tiny chocolate into each stocking, so the kids are hungry for normal breakfast, which will hopefully mean they’re less likely to go crazy. We’ll see, I suppose. I may end up making them run around outside for a bit. Even if it’s snowing. Actually, while I’m here, I’d quite like the gift of snow on Christmas Day too – enough to make it worth sledging in (due to pink birthday sledge which, as yet, is unused) but then for it to magically disappear after Boxing Day without turning into that horrible grey sludge stuff. That’d be ace.

4: I would love the gift of optimism. They say, where there is life, there is hope. But it’s been a difficult year for us; for the world. I’d like to be optimistic for myself, for my plans for 2012, and for my children’s future. Otherwise, I’ll be spending Christmas under the duvet. Come and get me after the next General Election (but only if it’s good news…)

5: And finally, I have two dear friends who are in the late stages of pregnancy, and so I wish for a safe and healthy birth for them.

Now, I have to tag someone else to do their list and so I’m going to tag my lovely Twitter buddy, The Last Slayer . It may be a bit late though (and I know she’s really busy) so this tag may end here.

I hope that you all get what you wish for this Christmas.

November 28, 2011

Easy Peasy Family Pizza

Family Sunday often involves making food with the kids, who, like many others, are pretty fussy when it comes to food. One thing I have noticed, is that the more involved they are in the making of the food, the more likely they are to eat least try some of it once it’s ready for eating!

The one thing that always goes down well with everyone is pizza. I’ve made this lots of times now, for adults as well as children and it always gets a good reception, plus by knowing exactly what is in it, you can be reassured that it’s far better than shop bought ones.

To make the dough:

400g strong white flour (bread flour)

200ml warm water

1 teaspoon caster sugar

1 teaspoon salt (you could use a little less if you’re worried about salt content, but don’t leave it out, there is no salt in the tomato topping, which reduces overall amounts to less than shop-bought pizza)

1 and a 1/4 teaspoons fast-acting dried yeast. This comes in little 7g packets in the supermarket.

3 tablespoons olive oil.

A scattering of semolina for the outside – sprinkle this onto the work surface when you’re rolling/stretching the dough out.

Add all the ingredients together and mix until you have a firm dough. I use my trusty (best Christmas present ever) KitchenAid with the dough hook on, but I have made it by hand in the past. Once it’s all come together, you need to turn it out onto a lightly floured surface and knead it for about five minutes. Use the heel of your hand to push the dough away, turn it at a right angle, fold over, and turn it away again. You will find that it doesn’t take long to come together in a nice, stretchy ball of dough. The put it into a large bowl, cover with clingfilm and leave for about an hour. Smear some more olive oil on the inside of the clingfilm in case the dough rises enough to stick to it.

After about an hour, the dough will be roughly double it’s original size. Take it out, and give it a quick knead again before breaking into chunks for individual pizzas. This amount of dough makes about 4 pizzas. Be warned, the gluten in the dough means that as soon a you stretch it out, it springs back again, so you have to persevere with stretching it out – I usually just use my hands to flatten and stretch it out, rather than a rolling pin. You could always have a go at being a proper pizza chef and do a bit of twirling in the air!

Once it resembles something like a pizza base, you’re ready to add the topping. For the sauce, we heat through some basic tomato passata, with a little extra tomato puree and a dollop of ketchup or sprinkling of sugar to take the sharpness away. Add a few dried herbs – oregano or an Italian mix and a grating of black pepper. Leave it to cook through, raw tomato puree is horrible! Make sure it’s nice and thick.

Then the fun part can begin – the building of the pizza. We usually chop a variety of vegetables, cheeses, meats into little bowls and then let everyone choose their own toppings (which brings out the inner ‘TV cookery show presenter’ in everyone!) The kids really enjoy this bit, and it’s a lovely way of getting them to try a variety of vegetables, maybe even something new, amazingly. Make sure that all the toppings don’t end up in a little mountain in the middle of the pizza otherwise that will still be cold when the outside is burnt.

The pizza takes about 10-15 minutes in an 180 degree celsius oven, but keep an eye on them whilst cooking, as they may take even less. Then eat it all up!

November 23, 2011

Scheduling

This isn’t a true blog post. Well, I mean, it is, because it’s here, but it’s really a scheduling agreement that I am making with myself with you as my witnesses.

I’ve been struggling a bit to find the time to write here and this is my solution. A bit less ad-hoc posting and a bit more scheduling. After all, it’s how I manage the rest of my life so this shouldn’t really be any different. I’ve still got to work out quite how other people who write blogs manage to do so much. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are not many who have young children AND work full time. It’s one or the other, or perhaps part time hours. Also, I don’t want to be doing things in life purely so I can write about them here. This is a blog about my life, not a work of fiction, so in order for it to be authentic, I have to spend time doing the things I want to do so that I have something to write about!

Anyway, here is my solution. I will post between three and four times a week.

  • Monday will be a post on parenting/Family Sunday/weekends/35:35 Challenge.
  • Wednesday will be henceforth known (in my mind anyway) as ‘Barbara Wednesday’. On this day I’ll write about all the things that I’ve categorised as being ‘Barbara’. See the list of previous posts to know what I mean. Or cast your mind back to The Good life. Whichever is easier.
  • In the same vein, Friday is now ‘Margot Friday’.
  • If I have taken a photo during the week that is good enough to sum up my week without any title or caption (because those are the rules!) then I will do a Silent Sunday post, because it’s a beautiful thing. To learn more about Silent Sunday, click on the box on the right.

As my 35:35 Challenges could be classed as either Barbara or Margot categories, I reserve the right to talk about a Challenge on Wednesday or Friday accordingly, and also there is bound to be some cross-over. The categories are to make life simpler and were used to help me sort out my scanner brain, but they’re not iron clad. I am human after all…

So, there we go. This is what you can expect from this site now, and what I can expect of myself. Thanks for sticking around for this long, and I hope you’ll be back for the first Barbara Wednesday post a bit later today.

November 16, 2011

A Family Walk via Hipstagram

Photography is a hobby that I’d love to spend more time (and money!) on. At the moment, neither time or money are in abundance but I am having fun using various photography applications on my phone, and I thought I’d record our family walk from this weekend using my phone.

As part of our attempt to slow life down a bit – to cope with stress levels, and enjoy spending some great quality time together, we’ve started trying to book out the whole of Sunday to spend together, enjoying a variety of activities; arts and crafts, cooking, walking, gardening and spending some time outdoors.

So, here is my record of this weekend’s walk:

November 11, 2011

Fashion Maths: my best successes.

Let’s play a game of fashion maths. Everyone knows fashion maths, don’t they?

It’s the cost of an item, divided by the number of times you wear it, which gives you a cost-per-wear figure. The lower the cost-per-wear, the better the bargain.

It’s otherwise known as the way in which you justify to yourself spending a small fortune on a single piece of clothing – especially useful for those classic items; the perfect white shirt, cashmere sweater, trench coat, tote bag, blazer. Things that you might wear forever, and are therefore worth spending extra on. As an aside, if you ever do find the perfect white shirt, or a pair of trousers that are just right, and you can afford it – buy more than one. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.

This is not to say that all of my wardrobe is expensive.  Most of it is high street, second hand or actually so ancient (vintage!) I barely know where it came from. I do, however, believe in buying quality over quantity and am very much against very cheap, throwaway fashion.

So, what are my best ever fashion maths results?

Perhaps unsurprisingly, a few classics. My Mulberry Antony in a great burgundy colour, which I wear almost daily (you can see it here). It was a few hundred pounds new – but owes me nothing now. It’s a bit like an extra limb, I can barely bring myself to leave the house without it! I also have a Mulberry Ledbury in a black crocodile finish, which is smaller and more structured – better for when I’m without the kids, as I have to hold onto it.

Alongside that, I have a handful of Longchamp pliage bags, which I use all the time, and have over the years acted as nappy bag, carry-on luggage, laptop bag, gym bag and shopping bag. Again, they’re not terribly cheap (cheaper in France than in the UK) but I love how they fold up when empty, yet remain stylish  - just take a look around if you’re ever in Paris and you’ll see half the female population toting one.

The most expensive pair of shoes I ever bought are this pair, from Bottega Veneta.

Favourite red shoes.

Yes, they were ‘take-a-deep-breath-and-hand-over-the-money’ expensive, but they’re beautifully made, stylish and (importantly for someone who is always in a rush) they’re flat. Plus, with a pair of cropped slim black pants, they make me feel as gamine and Hepburn-esque as I am ever going to feel and so I wear them a lot.

So, those are some of my successes – where I’ve not felt bad about spending a bit more money to have something that I love and get a lot of use out of. Not surprisingly, they’re accessories rather than actual pieces of clothing. I find it far easier to buy high street clothes and then accessorise well, than the other way around.

But what about my failures? I’m going to own up to them soon…

What are your best fashion maths successes?

November 5, 2011

Stressed.

So, my doctor says I’m suffering from stress. Surprised? No, me neither. I have a full time job, with plenty of pressure and not enough resources, and two small children. Oh, and there’s still a hole in the house roof…

I had a telephone appointment with a counsellor yesterday, and she asked me to explain my life to her. At the end of it, she said ‘I’m a bit stuck here’… Not a terribly reassuring thing to hear a therapist say, especially down the telephone, which clearly isn’t a long term solution. I do now have five sessions face to face with someone else and we’ll see how that goes.

One of the things she asked me was what in life I could stop doing. Anything that I could give up, which would give me more time to just ‘be’ instead of being on the perpetual treadmill of ‘doing’. A lot of the causes of stress in my life at the moment are externally driven, things I cannot change. The truth is that I cannot afford to reduce my hours at work, and I clearly cannot hand over my kids to someone else until they start sleeping through the night, so really, the only things I can give up are those things I do for myself. The things I do to keep a bit of me around, the me that isn’t an employee or a mother, but just me. I’m not about to do that, because those are the things that help me retain my sanity, albeit on a very loose thread.

I could, however, give up my 35:35 Challenge. I’ve come to realise that I am pretty unlikely to get to complete 35 new things before June, unless there is a flurry of activity soon. It’s hard to find the time in amongst all the other things that need doing every day, or every week. After a bit of thought, what I’ve decided to do, rather than giving it up, is to stop putting pressure on myself to complete it. So what if I only do twenty new things in the year? That’s still a good handful of new experiences, new people, new places. The journey is what counts, not whether I make the numbers ( I have enough budget management to do as it is!).

So, a relaxing, then, of the Challenge. Not an abandonment. I do still have things in the pipeline that I will continue to do. Some of them I will be writing about very soon. And there is still my ‘Bucket List’. A more important list of things I really, really want to do before I drop off my perch, which I wrote ages ago and then ignored, like somehow it was going to just happen all by itself. So, there’s the rest of my life to think about that, rather than just the time to my next birthday.

But what I need to do now is find some better coping mechanisms. The last thing I want is for my children (who let’s be truthful, are often the cause of my stress, as well as my happiness) to suffer because I am exhausted, anxious, weepy or snappy. I’ve started taking a better, more objective look at myself and what I’m doing every day. My crutches have been occasional drinking, way too much sugar, and getting into bed or slumping in front of the TV instead of to the gym or out in the fresh air. I also need to tidy the house, as the sheer amount of things we have in it sometimes feels as though the walls are closing in. In her wonderful book and website  ”The Happiness Project“, Gretchen Rubin understands that outer calm creates inner happiness, and I agree with her, so I need to tackle the clutter!

I don’t think it’s a generalisation too far to say that working mums (or dads) put themselves at the bottom of a long list of people, but once you burn out, then you are not helping yourself or them. So, time for a bit of self-help, alongside the counselling. Better nutrition, that will give me more, longer sustained energy; getting some exercise; a massage. Taking some time for me, to find a bit of calm and peace on that treadmill.

If there are any stress management things you do, that you think would help me out, do let me know. I know I’m not the only one out there who juggles a lot in life, so it would be brilliant to hear how you manage it!

October 23, 2011

Expecting the expected.

I had a lesson this week in expecting the expected.

There is a hole in the roof of my house and it’s come as a bit of a shock. In order to get it fixed, I’m going to have to spend the money I was saving up for my trip to Rome in the Spring. I was talking this through with a friend at work, someone who I consider to be something of a mentor, about the situation and the conversation went something like this:

Me: ‘There’s a hole in my house roof! I cannot believe this has happened, it’s a complete disaster. I have no money to fix it, so I’m going to have to spend my holiday money. I just don’t believe that such a horrible disaster has happened, I’m in complete shock..etc etc’

Him: ‘ When was your house built?’

Me: ’1878, I still have the original deeds.’

Him: ‘ Has the roof ever been replaced?’

Me: ‘No’

Him: ‘Well…it’s not a huge surprise, surely that a roof that’s been around since 1878 might need a bit of work doing on it, is it?’

Me: (In a manner approaching stroppy teenager) ‘Er…no. I suppose not.’

Him: (Knowing that he’d crossed the ‘colleague’ line a bit by now, but going with it anyway, mostly because he knows he’s right) ‘Maybe you could think a bit more about what might go wrong in life, and then you can prepare for it a bit more?’

Afterwards, I’ve spent a bit of time thinking about this. I have come to the realisation that he’s right. Over the past few years, I’ve spent more time thinking of what I would do if I won the Lottery (buy land and several Chanel jackets, build community orchards and set up a charitable trust) than how I would fix a broken boiler (still no idea). Which, given that I don’t even buy a Lottery ticket, is crazy behaviour.

My friend is right, dark times come to us all. I need to get out of a complete Pollyanna state of mind, without giving up on my enthusiasm for life. After all, there are some things we can never plan for. Illness, accident, disease, natural disasters and death. Cheerful stuff like that. With a bit of forethought though, I could plan and therefore cope better with the smaller things. Broken boilers, missing roof slates, worn out car tyres. Those kind of things that always come as a shock, even though they are really to be expected, because life doesn’t always go according to plan. So, even though the really deepest darkest things will always be horrific, the smaller, more everyday problems should become things I can take in my stride. I basically need to save for the ‘missing roof slate’ type things as well as the ‘eating own bodyweight in Italian gelato’ type things – which I’m far better at saving for.

So, I’m finally, setting myself up a ‘home emergencies’ savings account. It’ll be different one to my ‘holidays and sunshine’ savings account because even though it’s all coming from the same salaries (mine and the lovely and long-suffering husband’s), I still like to keep things in little pots, dedicated for a sole purpose. Which is why there are little caches of cash all around the house. Some is food kitty, some is bus fares and never the twain shall meet. Unless I forget to expect the expected!

On the strength of this, I’ve started a list of other things I never expect, and yet should…

  • Christmas. It’s on the same day every year. So, why do I always panic? And why do I spend money in January on things like ponchos in the sale, instead of Christmas cards, wrapping paper and gift tags? It’s always struck me as a bit tight-fisted to do that, but given the number of times I have worn said poncho (once, even though it’s John Smedley and therefore as nice a poncho as you could ever hope to meet) I have come to the realisation that it’s merely being more organised.
  • Half term. It’s always nearly half term. I should know that I need to organise childcare before the day it actually arrives.
  • Other annual, regular things – MOT, insurance renewal, dentist appointments…they’re always on the horizon, so I should be better at planning for the expense.
  • Summer holidays – I will always be rushing to try and lose a few pounds and get a bit fitter, because in the Spring, it feels like it’s ages away. It’s not!!
  • The months between April and June when half of the people I know, and most of the people I’m related to, have a birthday. Feels like a major birthday extravaganza – which thankfully finishes for a few weeks with mine (yay!)
  • But then again -My birthday…booooo. I struggle with my birthday. I always want to do something amazing, and often have to settle for a glass of prosecco and a takeaway. Mostly because I’m not a multi-millionaire with my own private jet ready to whisk me off to Italy at a moment’s notice. (Although my real birthdays are actually lovely, if only I didn’t have to get a year older each time, I’d love them. Especially the home-made cards from my children)
  • Cat ownership. If I expected the expected, I would know that they usually come with the odd flea and the desire to shower you with gifts of the rodent variety. So, it should come as nothing of  a shock to find yourself creeping out of the back door of your house, in your pyjamas, carrying a mouse filled children’s saucepan (only thing to hand) to carry the gifts back outside to the field near your house…apparently!

Looking all innocent now...

Is it just me? Are there things that you should really expect, but don’t? Let me know…

October 17, 2011

Slow Living.

On Sunday morning, I sat on the sofa and watched my children play together.

Not a big deal, you might think, but actually for me it was. Usually, they play (or fight) while I am moving about the house, trying to do too many things at once. Tidying, cleaning, cooking, washing, project planning… Even if I am sitting down, I’m writing notes to myself, reading a book or looking things up on the internet, rather than giving them my full attention, which is just the way I try to cope with being a parent and full time employee, as well as keeping on top of my many interests.

One of the things I have been planning recently is my daughter’s birthday party, which has been a bit fraught as she has just started school and so has signed the ‘Schoolchild Secrets Act’. If you’re a parent, you’ll know what I mean when I say that getting any information out of her about what she has done with her day is almost impossible. So, learning about her new friends and therefore who she actually wants to come to this party has been something of a challenge!

Then there’s my son, who is two and a half and has just started pre-school, which means I’m having to cope when he has to be pulled, kicking and screaming, from my arms to go into his pre-school for the morning. It only seems like yesterday that I was in that place with my daughter and she will soon be five.

It is something of a cliché to say that time flies, but clichés are just a well worn way of telling the truth. My babies are growing up, and if I don’t spend more time just sitting on the sofa watching them play (and joining in!) I will miss that happening, and on the rare occasion they are playing nicely together instead of bashing each other, it is important for me to notice! After all, to paraphrase Ferris Bueller (a cultural icon of my youth!) life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and take a look around once in a while, you might miss it.

I’ve been struggling a bit recently. Life does sometimes get the better of me, and I have periods of stress and anxiety. A perfect time then,  to slow down, stop trying to do everything all at once, and live a bit more in the moment. I’ve been re-reading several old favourite books on this subject: ’In Praise of Slow’, by Carl Honoré and ‘How to Be Idle’ and ‘How to Be Free’ by Tom Hodgkinson.

There are also lots of comforting Autumnal activities which, even if I could do quickly, I’d rather not:

  • Stirring risotto
  • Making pies
  • Crafting decorations for Halloween and Christmas
  • Walking through the local woods
  • Planting garlic, over-wintering onions and Spring flowering bulbs
  • Sowing sweet pea seeds
  • Planning my Spring allotment crop rotation
  • Re-reading an old favourite novel
  • Watching a film with my children.
  • Teaching my daughter how to bake.
So, I am going to slow down, embrace the day I am living in, spend more time playing with my kids and hopefully find a bit of calm and peace in my busy world.

A moment of calm in a busy day...

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,058 other followers