I'm a better mummy on Mondays

When I've had some time to myself over the weekend, and even some time where I can be in the house but mentally check out, because H1's got it.

H1 and Amelie after work on Friday.

H1 and Amelie after work on Friday.

When I've enjoyed the time my little family gets to spend together, just the three of us.

When I've got university to look forward to that afternoon.

I've just enjoyed one of those perfect weekends – enough going on that I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything, but quiet enough that I end it feeling relaxed. Somehow we managed to see friends, family, get in lots of time just for our small family, spontaneously wander a cool design store, drink coffee, drink beer and still laze around in bed for hours on Sunday morning with Amelie, the cat, more coffee and the best hot cross buns ever. I even got my hair done, and H1 was able to watch the Formula 1. It was one of those weekends that reminded us why we live in the city, and re-energised our excitement for our future.

Amelie and Cuper on Sunday morning. She adores him. He is less sure.

Amelie and Cuper on Sunday morning. She adores him. He is less sure.

And that carried over, and I looked at Amelie this morning and thought 'I'm a better mummy on Mondays.' I'm an awesome mother everyday, of course, but when I'm refreshed from the weekend, and I'm reminded of all the things that make up 'me' – alongside mother – I'm better. 

Moral of the story? More of all of it. More time for me, more family time, more spontaneity, more perfect weekends. Hey, more weekends generally (re-structuring the working week doesn't seem too hard). It makes me better, and knowing I'm being better for my family is a pretty amazing feeling.

Hope you all enjoyed just as great a weekend, whatever that looks like for you. On with the week!