Sometimes it’s just:
Nice to wear makeup and straighten my hair.
Nice to be out in the fresh air, doing ‘normal’ things.
Nice to go on a group play date, and the other mums have zero clue I’ve been in bed crashing for most of the last 3 days.
Nice to feel vaguely human again after said crash.
Nice to chat about anything other than my health.
Nice to spend quality time with my baby.
Then …
Nice to come home, take my makeup off and get back into my cosy pyjamas.
Nice to sit back and reflect on my lovely day.
Nice to know I have a rest day planned for tomorrow in case I did too much today.
Nice to know if I do end up in bed all day again tomorrow, that no-one will know.
Nice to know I will have more nice days like today. 😊
