Those are the modest ingredients of an ideal holiday week at home for this mom.
Having the mornings all to myself opened up a tremendous and even a daunting palette of activity options..The worker mom identity pushes through first and makes a proposal to finally complete the house related "to-do list": clean the kitchen cupboard, bring kids winter clothes to the attic, search a company to clean your carpets, go renew your id card at the commune.. So the first day of the holiday is quickly and productively used. How sad and unimaginative. I am disappointed. Do I really not have any other identity left of me? Over the morning coffee, I challenge myself for a little brain gym to remind myself of things I really enjoy most doing.. Practicing morning yoga, going for a power walk with a friend, having a fruit cocktail at the Terrace, trying out a new organic farm and eating lunch out..Now we are speaking! Nice to meet you again ME!
Sharing the irresistible beauty of life as mother-of-four, yoga teacher, wife and expat living at the heart of Europe.
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