As per usual the last few weeks have been insane. There really are not enough hours in the day. Ever. An hour of house work and clearing up in the morning, an hour of school run, a ten hour working day, more school run, more housework, an energetic dog, food to buy etc. Oh and a blog to run (on average 25 emails a day that need answering, sorting is just the tip of the iceberg). I have talked before about not knowing how I keep all the juggling balls in the air.
Well after Britmums Live and the craziness of that weekend the hangover (and I don’t mean drink related) I did start to drop balls. I was feeling really low. For all sorts of reasons, some of which I blogged about (and if you commented, thank you, truly). Then we have had some other stuff to add to the mix of things on our plate in the past week which are ongoing.
In the middle of all of this though was a Twitter conversation, as there always is:
Those sorts of conversations are usually a joke. Banter. The reason I love social media as it gets to the very heart of the social bit. A sort of virtual lunch that twitter followers often have. Such as my “who wants a cuppa” tweet at 7am. I clearly have no intention of wheeling a creaking tea trolley up the M1 but it doesn’t stop me offering.
Except Ms Peacocks and Pom Poms wasn’t joking. Because she lives 10 miles away and was being deadly serious. She clearly knew I was struggling, and in all honesty needed some time out as much as I did.
Now normally I would be too busy to take time out for an hour to have lunch and would be polite in my thank you and say “oh you don’t need to do that” and get back to what I was doing, or move on to the next Twitter conversation, or shut it down completely. Something this time though told me I had to take Nell up on her kind offer. I needed to. Really needed to. And so did she. More than either of us had even registered at that point.
Nell duly arrived an hour or two later, do you know what? It was heaven.
It made me realise that actually taking time out to appreciate the simple things is SO important. Imperative in fact. The simple art of lunch at our kitchen table, catching up with a friend over a take away curry and home made ice cream was joyous. It really did make me think I had recharged my batteries, as daft as that sounds.
No planning had gone into it. No advance organising. No pressure. No great expense. And in fact if Nell had said it to me the day before I would have said “Lovely idea, but I just can’t do it”.
Do you ever feel like that?
And get that overwhelming sense of joy from something so simple? That you probably wouldn’t have got the same feeling from even if you had just spent £100 of lottery winnings on a new dress?
It reinforced to me that the simple things really are the best.
And that we should never be too busy for some time out and a spontaneous lunch with a friend.