As my kids suddenly heard the sound of the Peppa Pig song, they ran from the kitchen where they had stood around me apparently starving. They all snuggled on the couch together and a great idea dawned on me.
Pouring myself a giant coke zero as a substitute for another greatly needed coffee, I took my plate of dinner over to the table, sat down and ate my dinner in complete peace and quiet. I didn't have to cut up anyone's food, wipe up knocked over drinks, pick up spoons and forks from the floor intentionally dropped, answer one thousand questions about irrelevant topics and yell 'no' every five seconds to Franklin getting ready to throw his food over the high chair. All this while trying to enjoy and eat my own dinner.
This was never going to finish off on a high note of course. However, for 15 minutes, before the chaotic task of feeding began, I sat alone and enjoyed the food I made.
One afternoon I opened my cupboard to find three chocolate biscuits luring me to eat them. Hmmmm three children for three biscuits but none for me. That was not going to happen! I closed the cupboard and went into the play room to start them off with a game. A few minutes in they were really focussed on the game and I knew this would be my only chance. I said I was just going to the toilet and would be back. I quickly swiped the biscuits and hid myself under the stairs with the door closed. Squished against shelves and sitting on an esky in the dark, I devoured every one of the heavenly treats and stayed there until I was finally summoned.
Another time (there are a few as I'm a bit of a pro now) I was getting to the point of desperation for some peace and quiet and a five minute sit down. I remembered I had seen a bird's nest in the tree so yelled out to the kids to come and look at it. They were so excited and I told them if they sat nicely and waited quietly they might see some baby birds look out. As their innocent faces peered up at the tree I crept back inside, made myself a coffee and sat on the couch with my feet up. Too easy!
'I don't have time' is every mummas excuse and they are absolutely right. People who talk to you about losing weight or reality shows that say you just have to make time? Well presenter or trainer who has no children and zero responsibility, apart from your job of making people fitter or smarter you have plenty of time and with extras! Wake up a bit earlier you say, like an hour after I finally got to sleep at 5 in the morning or do it at night after the kids go to bed? Yes I actually try and do that but some nights I can barely make it up the stairs.
I could go on an on with little anecdotes like these because over the years, I have learned to find time and I admit it is really hard and you have to take them when you get them. I really wish I could follow the schedule I write out for myself each week and stick to the times I set aside for exercising but reality soon ruins that. you can't plan a sick bubba, an afternoon of helping with all your child's homework, last minute school uniform washing etc etc etc So what do you do? You look for moments and take them then.
Every week I make up an exercising plan but never write when I'm going to do it. A lot of the time it doesn't get done and I'm working to improve that. A lot of the time I hide in the cupboard eating biscuits instead of squatting up and down my hallway because at that moment of weakness and a need for five minutes of peace, I don't care how I look.
Whatever you want or need to do by yourself even if it's for five minutes, seek out the opportunity and take it while its there. Go and stand in the shower while Peppa Pig is on or lay on your bed and look through Pinterest. Sit on your couch or run up and down your garden while your kids are eating dinner. Your in your busiest season of life and its 24/7 for you mumma, so don't wait for your 'me time' that might end up not happening, have little one's everyday and you will be a calmer mum for it.
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