It was yet another grey, grey day in Buckinghamshire today. Everyone in the Clarke household is a little bit ill. (Everyone, that is, apart from my constitution-of-an-ox-husband.) Not really ill, thank goodness. You know. Just snot. Endless mucus streaming out of small faces. And now mine.
Today is one of those days where a ‘mojo’ felt like an exotic, fantastical state- often read about, never actually experienced. The odd day of feeling mojo-less happens to the very best of us. But if you’re a mum who’s been feeling like this for a while, maybe now is the time to do something about it.
Cast off that infamous mummy guilt that plagues us all and spend some time thinking about you for a change and what you need to do to reclaim that mojo (to which you are absolutely entitled, by the way). Book yourself a massage with the lovely Natalie @greenewellbeing if you happen to live near Chesham, drop me a line to book a no pressure 30 minute consultation. Or failing that, open a bottle of wine and run yourself a bubble bath. And relaaaax….
