Mummyfried

Until yesterday, I looked at my angels and saw two mini versions of me.   Mini-Me 1:  A pre-baby body.  A pre-Mr Lucky, pre-debt, pre-stress, and exhaustion from cleaning cooking working, and caring (not in that order). A fit, healthy, rested body - a result of sleeping in till 2 pm after five nights of solid clubbing, hence laughing, exercising, flirting, and genuinely enjoying life. An occasionally clumsy, happy, cool cat that moved in different social circles with lots of friends.    Mini-Me 2: Post-baby body. A doughy soft, perpetual beginners level yogi, with a LOVE  of good food, a select group of very very good friends sprinkled with a blessing of earth angels who have made me laugh, be grateful for what I have, and who encouraged me to appreciate the small things, and become someone filled with endless buckets of positive affirmations, a sun worshiper in a bikini with that 'I know, I shouldn't, but I  am happy and it's comfortable' fa...

Yesterday I walked into the office, looked at my desk and found a little package of love… just for me! A lovely colleague surprised me by bringing in a packed lunch. She had prepared a delicious lentil salad accompanied by a little bag of walnuts and two apricots, I was so moved - that I teared. To sound a little weary and ‘woe is me’ it’s been a long time since somebody actually did something nice for me for no apparent reason. I actually forgot how much joy a person can bring, just by thinking of someone else.   It brings light on a dark day, warmth to a cold world,   hope when it’s all gone.   This little act changed my day so much so that in addition to the tear and smile, it bought me a change in a mood where I actually left work happy and exhausted, not just exhausted. Last week, I bought my baby a new pair of leggings and a t-shirt. When I presented them to her, worried that she wouldn’t like them, she hugged me tightly and said ‘Mummy when did ...