The past few months have been intense. Like really intense. I wrote a ‘could do’ list a few months back and to be honest is kind of got lost a little in the chaos of the ‘to do’ list fulfilling. I did manage to check a couple of things of both lists mind, but nowhere near as many as I wanted to do. Still the point of the ‘could do’ list is not how many you check off but more that you make the time to do any at all. Or at least that’s what I have been telling myself anyway!
The next week is another busy one, with the end of term, Good Friday, a trip to Brixham and of course Easter Sunday! So meal planning has had to be as simple as possible this coming week. I have been scouring the t’internet for easy peasy recipes that are one pot or only take minimal effort. We have planned in a takeway for next Saturday so I don’t have to cook after we get back from Brixham, but I found a recipe I want to give a go at some point, so have linked that below in the interim.
Quite often I get so lost in the list of things unticked but still to do instead of taking stock of what I have actually achieved. It is a downward spiral that leads to anxiety, self-doubt and the deterioration of self-care. I lose sight of the ‘all done’ list that is a mile long, filled with amazing accomplishments that could purpose to encourage me to keep going. I give up on tooting my own trumpet, I won’t buy flowers or treats in favour of bashing myself over the head with a couple of things I didn’t get done amidst the chaos that is this life.
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.
It is that time of the week again! Our meal plan was actually done last night as we are heading to Ikea tomorrow in the hope of finally organising the boys Lego collection! So the weekly shop was done solo today ready for next week’s dinners.
I love flowers. Phil knows it, my kids know it and so does anyone who follows me on Instagram! My absolute favourite florals are roses, and when Prestige Flowers offered to send me a surprise Mother’s Day bouquet I positively bit their hands off! I mean who doesn’t love getting flowers delivered to their door?