I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how quickly time passes. Sound like a proper old lady but it’s been on my mind. I am that Mum that tells everyone how quickly time goes, one minute you have a newborn then you suddenly have a Peppa loving toddler with a dangerous obsession with climbing things.
In general though, parent or not, life does go very fast. Wedding days are a blur, special birthdays come and go, you end up working in a place you hate for 10 years wondering how that happened. You know, all the usual stuff.
And the reason I’ve been thinking about this is because my house is a bit of a mess. Really! It’s not a disaster but it’s not the best. Clothes everywhere, carpets badly needing to rendezvous with Mr Dyson and surfaces need more than a baby wipe run over them. But, especially with the rare sunny weather in the West of Scotland, I’ve been saying to myself life is too short. It’s too short to do the housework when I could be outside playing with my son or relaxing with my husband. I find these times increasingly precious now I’m in full flow at work.
I realise it isn’t that easy just to drop all responsibilities but I’m feeling a bit more relaxed about it. I will get round to vacuuming but it can wait. It can wait until the rain comes back at least.
We all need to stop beating ourselves up for the things we haven’t “got round to” and realise we are making memories and that’s way more important.
So, I’m going to play football in the garden with my son, and I’m going to eat that bit of cake because, you know what, life’s too short.
Enjoy the sun everyone! It only comes but once a year.