My Happy Place - Who knew!

What's really interesting is that when I was working full time and running full pelt being a worker, a mum, a chef, a personal shopper etc. I'd often wonder how different my life would be if I had a moment to breathe.

Let's face it I've had the time for many moments to breathe recently - and taken none of them. There's so much I want to do and then there are the things I don't know I want to do until I stumble across them. I could be sitting in the sun right now, but I'm not I'm sitting at my laptop surrounded by notebooks from the study I've been doing.

Thing is it turns out that what I do for a job is my happy place. I'll turn on my laptop to do my daily personal admin (how did I not realise how much of this there was - I think I just slotted it in to the rest of my work/life chaos) - and then go online to read an article about would fall into 'what I do for work'. 

This then sparks ideas - things I want to achieve, but don't have all the answers to - however, I want the answers. Next thing you know I'm trawling through the internet to fill that knowledge gap. Once filled it creates more questions and means I can make my initial idea even better, but also creates more questions and another need for knowledge......... (you get the idea).

And this.... this....... this..... turns out to be my happy place - the place that gives me most personal satisfaction.

Who knew.

Pre-teen son is homeschooling today and when I told him to start schooling he protested - with words I didn't teach him (or they'd have been worse... probably). As a result I've withdrawn mother activity today refusing to do any of the big or little things I normally do for him (although obvs not withdrawing the love). 

I'm hoping this will help him realise just how many little things I do for him every day - I doubt it will work. Actually he's taking it in good grace - earlier without thinking I went and cleared away his breakfast things from the room he's home schooling in. Realising what I'd done I took them back to the room - put them back where I found them and asked him to bring them through to the kitchen.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled and got up and did it - once they were in the kitchen I said 'could you just pop them in the dishwasher'. He put them on the side, winked, smiled and said 'I would, but I don't need to - you're not my mother today'. 

To be fair he's a good kid - I've mentioned this before - this is all fueled by hormones and the emotional stress every kid has been through recently. I secretly admire his cheek and am still giggling (but not when he can see me).

(ps. Random picture is not so random - it's another of my 'happy places').