Candice: I had a moment the other week were I realised I was trying to be superwoman, and I had to just give up.
The week before I went on holiday I’d been to Leeds for a meeting on the Monday, London for the same on the Tuesday and then down to London again on the Wednesday night for our speaking event. I then had a weekend of packing and child entertaining before three more days of work, two trips to the gym and then off on hols. I remember putting a post on Facebook saying I was a little overwhelmed by everything that needed to be done before we went away. I then also promised Phil a blog post on our Books show off experience before the flight.
Well the morning of our holiday it was spent running around like a headless chicken packing and sorting before the parents arrived to give us a lift to the airport. There were documents to print, cats to sort and children to collect. In the middle of it all I managed to cut my finger open on a broken glass so ended up going to the airport with dried blood still on my hand!
Two days into the holiday I had finally started to relax. We’d sorted out sleeping arrangements (child with bedroom, parents on pull out bed in lounge), where breakfast was, the best sun loungers and optimal child entertainment. I’d even managed to crack open my first book of the trip. Then I realised… the promised blog post had not been written.
And I’m sorry, Phil, I just gave up on trying to be everything to everyone.
I had really enjoyed our event in London. I’d been quite nervous but once I got up there, as always happens, I was fine. I actually struggled to let Phil get a word in edgeways!
But then life took over and I think that week took its toll.
Just before Erin was born Phil gave me a signed copy of a book by a lady we had been corresponding with, writer Daisy Waugh. Called “I don’t know why she bothers”, it is all about women trying to do too much for their children; baking cakes at midnight, making costumes etc. Well this isn’t me trying to do it for my daughter, its me trying to do it for me.
I’m glad I tried to stop being a superwoman for a week. We had a great holiday and I now feel much more relaxed as I try and get back into work. I’m sure that frantic nature will rear its head again but I’ll be keeping it in check as best as I can.