Warm weather at the weekend means two things: working in the garden, and getting outside with the kids, without having to actually go anywhere (which is genius because anything is more appealing than venturing out with two kids under the age of two with their various diaper / feeding / napping demands).
But being outside means I become super paranoid about sun and skin. In between pulling up weeds (the extent of my gardening efforts this year) I ran around smearing sun screen on every inch of exposed baby/toddler skin, putting hats back on heads a thousand times, and trying to manoeuver little people into shaded areas that keep on shifting around the garden. I have two fair-haired, fair-skinned boys, and the thought of their delicate young skin being burnt makes me very uneasy.
While I was making sure they were protected, I kind of forgot about me - in particular my knees and shoulders which are now a little roasted.
It's so typical - to put the kids first and completely forget to give myself the same kind of care and attention. It's like that for so many things... Food, for instance: I'm meticulous about making sure Matthew has enough fruits and vegetables in his diet, along with proteins, carbs and a little fat. But when it comes to me, sometimes I'll go a whole day without even a glimpse of a piece of fruit.
And sleep: I can be almost militant about bedtimes and naps (although Matthew rarely naps these days). Because I know how important sleep is for development and overall health. Me - I rarely get to bed before midnight, and then am lucky if I get more than 4 or 5 hours (interrupted) over the course of the night.
Funny how, somewhere along the line, I decided to forgo my needs for the sake of theirs. Maybe that's just part of the deal when you have young kids. Something has to give, and of course they always come first. And there isn't enough time in the day to fit everything in. (I can come up with excuses all day)
I'll eat tomorrow and I'll sleep when I'm dead...
How about you?