I do buck the trend of the typical dreamy Piscean by being realistic with my capabilities. I know what I am good at and what I am dangerously rubbish at and multi tasking isnâ€™t one of my fortes. Yes I know us women are supposed to be good at that but I am not. So with Easter holidays and two children at home, I decided not to try a resolution this month.
A quick update on the 3 resolutions so far, well it is the end of the first quarter and I worked in an accounts office far too long to still count in quarters.
January â€“ meat free month. Much to my childrenâ€™s dismay, I am still on that one. I have eaten meat but each occasion hasnâ€™t made me feel too brilliantly. I wonâ€™t give you the gory details but Renee, the dissolvable kind, is my new best friend.
February â€“ beauty month. Work in progress really. I did do two drastic things after the month was up. I had all my hair chopped off and then dyed it the wrong colour. I have, i think, the whole of my childrenâ€™s lives had long hair. It would look beautiful when I had spent many hours on taming it but for every day mum it just got put into a boring pony tail. Not one of those sleek ponytails, one of those gets increasing wilder as the day goes on. So with determination from me and gasps from the hairdresser it was cut short enough not to go into a ponytail. I love it and apparently I look ten years younger. Dying my hair black when i thought the box said brown ( yes I know wear my glasses more and read the label before applying the product next time) has had startling good responses too.
March â€“ anything green. I am still trudging a path the compost bin on a daily bases. On dustbin day I have now swung the balance to more recycle bags then refuse bags. I am slowly winning the war.
As for April, I wonâ€™t be sitting with my feet up by any means; the holiday list has been written and put on the fridge. The children know this means they may be dragged into a task at any given time without prior warning or if they use the banned trigger word. They learnt very quickly that saying the word â€˜boredâ€™ can trigger one of two responses in me. I either give them a bin liner to sort their room or i peruse the holiday list to see what i can get them to help me with. I am sure they are looking forward to helping me clear the garage, jet washing the patio and go through every piece of clothing I own. If of course none of those are to their liking I do have weeding, hedge cutting and carpet cleaning up my sleeve in reserve.