I’m not a very good adult….

But I make excellent forts. 

This week has been pretty lame for humanity. One of the most powerful nations has elected a hate mongering, orange fuckwit to it’s highest position. Wow. 

Now I could go into great, boring length about how horrifying this is to me as a woman, mother and general actual human with feelings and shit. I could, but I’m not going to. 

Instead I made burgers, poured some wine and am watching The Crown in my fort. I think I’ll stay here until the world makes sense again (or until the wine runs out) 

“Me time” and why it’s absolutely necessary….

To be a fully functioning human, sometimes we all need a little “me time”. Whether that’s a glass of wine in silence, taking afternoon tea, having a bath without someone simultaneously having a shit, reading a great book (check out K.L Jones and her “Isle of Dreams” series) or watching Disney films in your pyjamas, every little helps.

A few friends and I have been going through some things recently, and decided on spa days as a treat. We all live sort of away from each other (I’m the traitor that moved 100 miles away) so it’s not as easy as meeting up for a quick brew. We really have to make the effort to meet and to make it spectacular when we do. I think that makes it even more precious actually, we’ve taken days off work and spent a fortune to do so, so we really go all out.

There’s something so wonderful about taking a day to just be you, an actual adult with her friends, talking about men, gin and menstrual cycles. It’s brilliant.

It’s also made me realise how important that time as an adult is. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the day to day drudgery of packed lunches, play dates, party invites for kids you’ve never heard of, actual employment, blah, blah, repeat, put gun in mouth. 

We create these little humans and (quite rightly most of the time) put their needs first. We forget husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, actual friends and focus on these tiny dictators and their lives, and completely neglect our own.

We actually need to be real people to raise real people. If a child is raised in the belief that they are the centre of the universe, what life lessons are we giving them? That parents are not people too? That they are allowed to rule the world? (Unless you’re Beyoncé or in that video, then that is not actually a viable life plan, believe me, I’ve tried). We need to take these minutes, hours, days (even a whole Ibiza filled week if necessary) away from the day to day minutiae and just be us again. It’s nice to remember who I am sometimes, and for the record, I actually quite like me. I’m pretty great, and I’m sure if you do it, you’ll remember just how great you are too. 

I genuinely believe that being a happier person, will make you a happier parent.

So this month, plan a day with your friends, or even alone, just to be you. Do something you want to do, it’ll be the best gift you’ll give yourself this month. (Unless you purchase a Louis Vuitton journal cover, but it will be a very close second)