Cannot believe we are half way through March already. And just when I was getting used to it feeling like spring the threat of snow is back. Which I will be honest is quite a bit more than little crap! I am positive I have said it several times already, but I am ready for sunny, coat free days, sunnies, picnics and more flowers than you can shake a stick out. Anyway back to business and the weekly meal plan.
It is ridiculous. When I say it out loud it sounds even more ridiculous. I berate myself so often with what are you worried about weirdo, there is nothing to be anxious about just pull yourself together. And yet there I am, cemented to the spot, trembling, short of breath like someone’s choking me. In all honest something is choking me and it’s called anxiety.
My youngest and I are always on the lookout for yummy dairy free treats, but they are usually so expensive in the supermarkets that it’s cheaper for me to just make something at home. I haven’t had brownies in forever, and around that ‘special time of the month’ all I want is chocolate. The boy also craves cake, for which he would happily eat his own body weight of the stuff, and let’s face it a little chunk of brownie goes a long way with a 5 year old!
As a ‘fixer’ I am the first one making action plans in a crisis and whilst that is a gift in and of itself, it can also be a bit of a curse. Ultimately it leaves me feeling drained, empty and not in a good way. I am so busy fixing for everyone else that I forget myself
The dreaded ‘what’s for dinner?’ being asked multiple times a day probably gets on my nerves more than the incessant ‘Mum’ing I get the rest of the time. The constant brain block of what to do for dinner, the shopping list, the endless boredom of the same few meals every week because when you do have a spare couple of seconds to actually think about the week ahead all you can think of is fish fingers and chips, beans on toast and spaghetti Bolognese.