Sunday, 17 July 2011
Since having my little bundle of joy, I think I’ve frequently replaced what should be water with either coffee to stay awake, or wine to stay sane.
It’s all well and good trying to plough through 2 litres a day. Often however, that day consists of a demanding cycle of running around wiping up someone else’s bodily fluids and sqarking “No, don’t punch the cat!” So when you do get that precious 5 minutes to sit down with a coffee or (if past 7pm… well 11am some days) wine, it’s that little glimmer of relief and relaxation that allows you to regroup. Within those 5 minutes you take a well-earned breather and halt the plans you have been hatching for the previous few hours to try and sell your child to Madonna.
Some how over the past 10 months it’s seemed a waste to fill these golden moments with a glass of water when they could be used as some sort of speed date with your pleasure senses. “QUICK, BABY IS SLEEPING, GET CAKE, COFFE, 3 CELEBRATIONS AND A MAGAZINE!”
I used to be an avid water drinker, I’d drink it boiled instead of tea and coffee and my skin was always really clear. Now though, the zits are creeping back along with the frizz, eye bags and dark circles. I’ve helpfully annotated a picture for you taken today.
So this is the start. This is the “before” photo. 30 and knackered. No makeup and some large red arrows to highlight the pesky post baby issues.
As from tomorrow morning I’m going to aim for 2 litres a day. Which with a post baby pelvic floor could be a more entertaining read than you may anticipate.
Blog to you soon x