I’m having a mini meltdown. The list of stuff to do seems to be getting longer and longer and to make things even more stressful – it’s just me and Immy during the week. The bridegroom to be is working away from home, and this week is in stressville himself – taking some exams (good luck darling).
My attempt at detoxing so far is just that, an attempt. I’ve managed to stay clear of caffeine and alcohol but today – with two deadlines to meet, a caterer to organise, bills to pay and bridesmaids dresses to sort ( on top of making sure my three year is fed watered and happy) I resorted to chocolate.
I wouldn’t call myself a chocoholic, but today somehow, no other foodstuff would do. I’m not worried about putting on weight, my dress isn’t exactly clinging to me. No I’m vainer than that, I’m worried that my skin will breakout and I’ll just look rubbish.
I’ve also got a list of articles for Ella Mag that have all been researched and somehow need to be written. So for the moment I’m just going to get my head down, keep calm and carry on… over and out
