What. the. hell. is. self. love.
And better yet, how does one accomplish self love during this? I don’t know about you but I am wayyyyy too busy flipping through all this online learning and begging the kids to stop barking at each other, because they’ve clearly taken on new dog personas kinda like myself. Barb is still going strong. I haven’t told them this is my new yet but they’re slightly easing off and now starting to bug Grammy. Bahahahaha. Zero regrets.
Is anyone actually practicing self love out there? I’m seeing a few of you wake up early to get that morning workout in and I’m totally seeing the ‘quarantini’ posts out there. I find when I get a moment to myself, I just stare off into space and lose track of everything for that time and then fully snap back into reality when a child starts to cry because their sibling is sitting on their head. (this absolutely just happened) I guess I have lathered my hair in a coconut oil mask, but really that was only because I had leftover on my hands from cooking. Same thing, right? Thought so.
I do drink my coffee before I listen to anyone so I suppose we could consider that self love AND I make sure I take my showers in the middle of the day so I have something to look forward to. I’m also taking great satisfaction in washing the floors right now and I take that time to tune out ANY noise. I’m totally living my best life, eh?
I’d like to say that I’m going to step my game up and read all the books and make sure I get daily workouts in… but that is so bloody unrealistic. My kids are full blown BUSY bodies and keeping me moving every minute. I’ve decided that the best I can do is jump on here to pound out a few blogs to keep the brain moving and to continue meal prepping and providing full balanced meals right now. PS. Is anyone sick of cooking yet? Pretty sure I already cooked 867 times this week. I don’t know how chefs do it.
I’ve stepped into the massive shoes of single mom’ing the crap out of life and have genuinely come to terms that I need to put everything I can into that job right now. If I’m gonna work out, it’ll be when I race Briar down the sidewalk while she’s on her scooter (I kick her butt every time) or when Greyson wants to toss the football around (because yes, I consider that an arm workout.) I attempted yoga but when the kids see Mama start to move, I become a jungle gym and it is anything but zen. It is what it is and my children clearly have issues with boundaries.
I’m intrigued as to what everyone else is doing for self love and if you have any recommendations, throw them my way. I do get up before 5am every day to have solo time buttttt I’m also hitting the snooze button because sleep is love, my friends.
Now, excuse me. There are kids everywhere.
Cincodemumyo 