Although I'm not fully qualified to claim a 'nanna nap', as an important item on the agenda of my daily life, I do feel entirely certified to schedule in a 'mummy moment' at about 2pm each day when life allows. Starting my morning at 6am and going flat-chat with bills, cleaning, shopping, pet care, prescriptions, laundry, book work, parenting and paid employment outside the home, I do tend to get a bit pooped by around two in the afternoon. Having read a book on the Mediterranean Diet which explained how an early afternoon siesta is just as good for you as blood pressure medication, I feel I'm saving the nation money by staying well. This past week has been particularly trying as I coped with specialist appointments, teens heading back to school, puppies needing vaccinations, a husband disappointed that his motor sport event at Phillip Island has been cancelled, again, and a dead chook. READ MORE: Thank goodness this was on the back of a fabulous COVID-safe trip to Melbourne which cost me three days and three kilos. My sister Tamara and I finally got the chance to deliver our 2019 Christmas present to our mum - who turns 80 this year. Blood cancer certainly isn't slowing you down much mum! We took Rosalie for High Tea at the Windsor, with a wander around the Rippon Lea estate in Elsternwick beforehand to see Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears - The Exhibition. Bundling-up the celebration of Katianna embarking on her university studies, my niece entering secondary education and mum's big year, seemed like a fabulous excuse to overeat. Tottering around mansions and gardens in glitzy high heels and drinking tea with one's pinky out does tend to build up an appetite for a couple of three tiered platters of sweet and savoury snippets and a long nap in the afternoon, I find. The incredible woman who raised me and who is absolutely eligible to take a 'nanna nap' though, has always refused to do so. She tried it once, apparently, and it didn't agree with her, so she's chosen to give it a miss for her entire life. Fair enough, but it does make me feel like a bit of a goose when I need a little lay down. If you are seeing this message you are a loyal digital subscriber to the Wimmera Mail-Times, as we made this story available only to subscribers. Thank you very much for your support and allowing us to continue telling the Wimmera's story. We appreciate your support of local journalism.
Although I'm not fully qualified to claim a 'nanna nap', as an important item on the agenda of my daily life, I do feel entirely certified to schedule in a 'mummy moment' at about 2pm each day when life allows.
Starting my morning at 6am and going flat-chat with bills, cleaning, shopping, pet care, prescriptions, laundry, book work, parenting and paid employment outside the home, I do tend to get a bit pooped by around two in the afternoon.
Having read a book on the Mediterranean Diet which explained how an early afternoon siesta is just as good for you as blood pressure medication, I feel I'm saving the nation money by staying well.
This past week has been particularly trying as I coped with specialist appointments, teens heading back to school, puppies needing vaccinations, a husband disappointed that his motor sport event at Phillip Island has been cancelled, again, and a dead chook.
Thank goodness this was on the back of a fabulous COVID-safe trip to Melbourne which cost me three days and three kilos.
My sister Tamara and I finally got the chance to deliver our 2019 Christmas present to our mum - who turns 80 this year.
Blood cancer certainly isn't slowing you down much mum!
We took Rosalie for High Tea at the Windsor, with a wander around the Rippon Lea estate in Elsternwick beforehand to see Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears - The Exhibition.
Bundling-up the celebration of Katianna embarking on her university studies, my niece entering secondary education and mum's big year, seemed like a fabulous excuse to overeat.
Tottering around mansions and gardens in glitzy high heels and drinking tea with one's pinky out does tend to build up an appetite for a couple of three tiered platters of sweet and savoury snippets and a long nap in the afternoon, I find.
The incredible woman who raised me and who is absolutely eligible to take a 'nanna nap' though, has always refused to do so.
She tried it once, apparently, and it didn't agree with her, so she's chosen to give it a miss for her entire life.
Fair enough, but it does make me feel like a bit of a goose when I need a little lay down.
If you are seeing this message you are a loyal digital subscriber to the Wimmera Mail-Times, as we made this story available only to subscribers. Thank you very much for your support and allowing us to continue telling the Wimmera's story. We appreciate your support of local journalism.
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