I’m writing this whilst on a child-free weekend away with hubby to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. After unpacking and making lunch, I was overwhelmed by the need to “do” something. However, I made myself sit and enjoy my lunch and tried to “just be”. I must confess I didn’t do very well, because while I sat quietly, enjoying the tranquil Berowra Waters from the deck of our gorgeous digs, I was composing this post in my head.
My current situation got me thinking, how many mums are missing the opportunities for quality “me” time as a result of our compulsion for “doing”? I know there are always things to be done and even short periods out of routine sees the washing pile up and the house quickly out-of-control, but is part of it simply the habit of “doing”?
