I can’t lie (Honest Mum, hey) but I’m feeling rather heavy of heart today as the kids are back at school after half-term and normal life has resumed. No more lie-ins, stuffing my face with chocolate like it’s Christmas every day (please tell me I’m not the only one who does this?), 90s film marathons and epic catch-ups with family and friends (can my mates please stop having babies please as my ovaries are about to burst. Thank you, please).
Most of all, I miss my boys and hanging out with them 24/7.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE normal life: it’s varied, stimulating and pretty exciting most days because I get to do a job I feel passionate about that involves me cooking with food heroes, writing a book and helping women live their best lives (what could be better?) but I adore the slower days too, especially this last week back home with my folks in Yorkshire where I got to hang out with those who know me best, sleeping in my old bedroom, and of course eating my body weight in Greek and Italian food thanks to my family’s restaurants and just not having to be or do anything other than CHILL.
…The first day back is always the hardest as I acclimatise back to school-runs, deadlines, pick-ups, after-school clubs and doing a million and one things at once. We all do it and it’s shattering but I’ve started how I mean to go on and I’ve pushed myself out on two self-care power walks and I feel uplifted for it. I’m dropping the choc and picking up the carrot and celery sticks too.
Maybe some aspects of normality are needed then.
I’m looking forward to the rest of the week too. From exciting shoots: my mug is going in an exhibition-ooh la la (more of that to come), I’m going to a Made in Chelsea press party and I have a big meet at my publishers!
Right now though, I’m running off to do the school-run and I’m mourning a week of limited responsibility with my biggest worry being whether I plumped for moussaka or lasagna. Oh half-term, I miss you already.