When the PMT affects the MMB (Motivated Mummy Brain)

salad-1-1323575-639x462Today (Tuesday 10th May 2016) I have worked from home, it is a sheer luxury and something I try to do at least once a week. Most of the time I have an extremely productive day, with no interruptions and the ability to stack the dishwasher for a couple of minutes, in place of spending ten minutes chatting to a colleague about the new hair do, the awful weather, her lavish home-made multi-coloured salad.

Usually I love it because I can do a few mummy/housewife chores around my working day, which means I’ve achieved double in the same amount of time. Something us full-time working mums struggle with on a regular basis.

Today though, I am thoroughly unmotivated. There is washing that could be folded, a present to wrap, some work to do and some emails to send, but instead of multi-tasking at 100mph like normal, I am distracted, grumpy and unenthused.

Then it hit me.

the-stress-1473487-639x463It’s the dreaded PMT.

The PMT that affects my MMB, which is my Motivated Mummy Brain.

Having self-diagnosed this horrible mini mental-health blip, I felt immediately a bit better. I could justify why I felt so fed up, disillusioned, sluggish and generally not on top form. My daydreaming about quitting the job to do something more exciting and the sudden negativity and ridiculous paranoia that I am a rubbish employee is in the main because of a hormonal imbalance.

Amazing!

I know that a sudden influx of important emails and calls will spur me back into action at some point today. The accelerator will be depressed and I will whizz back up to  a respectable 80mph with much better focus.

This is because the main impact of my PMT is a self-motivation drain – the Motivated Mummy Brain Drain. I need someone or something to drag me out of it, to get me going and to inspire me again. I don’t have any major deadlines for today, so that isn’t helping. We haven’t got any guests coming round, so I needn’t worry about the washing in the dining room, or the cups on the side. My daughter is at nursery until 6, so I have no entertainment requirement and my other half is at work. It feels a little like I’m not needed.

**** pause *****

I’m writing this out of a lack of inspiration for what I should be doing. It’s a bit naughty and honestly, I am a committed and devoted employee, but today I’ve taken a little time out to brain dump on how I’m feeling. This should blast some of the negativity away and already since starting this post, I’ve paused to answer calls, crack on with work and have even taken the washing upstairs.

Tomorrow should be a better day, and now I have recognised that my PMT will always affect my MMB, I will aim to be a little kinder to myself and put it down to an off-day that will require some chocolate.

How does your PMT affect you?

 
 

Petite Pudding

 

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Accepting the differences – she isn’t a mini-me

kim-4-1481991-640x960Ok, this post is a little premature given our daughter is only 3.5.  However, even now I’m beginning realise the horrid, startling, fact that No – my daughter is nothing like me.

This is a bitter pill to swallow.

If you had a great childhood, you want to impart every excitement, interest and passion into your child because you remember what you were like and therefore, you think they will be thinking along the same lines.

Wrong.

As a child I loved to read, I loved to play alone making up imaginary games.  I loved sport and music and trying out all manner of different activities.  I was and am scatty and hairbrained, I didn’t really care about my appearance and I was not what you would call a ‘girly girl’.

As a parent, I impart these things on my daughter.  I focus on what was important to me, assuming that she will think the same way. I introduce her to umpteen books, she’s got involved with gymnastics and been horse riding twice. I’ve asked her whether she’d like to try martial arts. No. I’ve asked her whether she’d like to go horse riding again. No. I ask her whether she’d like to play rugby or football in the garden, or try and ride her bike. No.

little-princess-1561402-639x958If I ask her whether she’d like to play mummies and daddies, I know she’ll say yes.  If I ask her if she’d like to dress up in a princess outfit, I know she’ll have the shoes on before I have the chance to get out the Cinderella dvd.

This is awkward.

How do you play and engage with a child who isn’t your mini-me?

The answer – you watch how they play and engage with others and take those cues.

I remember doing a small jigsaw puzzle with my daughter a year ago.  I was trying to get her to work horizontally across the picture, whereas she wanted to work vertically.  It really hit me that not only is she the girly girl that I never was, she also learns differently to me.

I watch her play and engage with my other half and I can immediately see less frustration as they are on a similar wavelength and use a different logic to solve problems.

One of your jobs as a parent is to teach and impart knowledge.  However, if your brains are wired differently, it isn’t as easy as you think.

So what am I doing about this?

I’m learning to take a step back.

As a naturally competitive and dare I say it ‘pushy parent’, it goes against my instinct to just accept the differences and not try and change them.  But, I think it is so incredibly important to allow a child to grow into who they are destined to become and not live the dream that their parent had mapped out for them.

So, I’m off to buy some more pink bracelets and some clip-clop princess heels for my little diva. Maybe I’ll buy a pink football too………just in case.

 
 

Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

 

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