I'm sitting in my garden having one of my few and much appreciated quiet times, while dull sounds of my angel girl and daddy playing, run in the background.

I sit and think, I come here every odd day determined to have some "me" time only to sit and ponder over my daily stay-at-home-mum duties. What is it about me as mothers that makes me turn everything into an obsession.
I find myself pondering on pre-baby days when i would allow myself become numb under the suns rays and shut the world off and savor the day.

I have come to terms with the fact that from the day you become a mother your heart and mind is never your own, but seriously my brain doesn't even function in the same way anymore.


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