Category Archives: Asthma

Not Another Blog About Becoming ORGANISED?!

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I’m not sure how many hours I’ve spent pottering about on the interweb looking for inspiration on how to become better organised – until now. Usually I end up on some beautiful stationery website with an online order worth too many digits which promises to magically whip my days into shape.

Beck.
Put. Away. The. Credit. Card.

Last Sunday on my way to my favourite local late night cafe, seeking some sorely needed solace and solitude, I realised I left the house in my slippers. After shutting down my inner ‘ohmyGOD you can’t go out like THAT!!’ voice (who the hell does she think she is, anyway??) I sat, drinking my overpriced but very necessary camomile tea, staring at my fluffy purple cozies that resemble Grimace a bit too much and thought that I needed to get my sh*t together.

In my exhausted mama headspace, I thought of this amazing blog I follow: Seven Cherubs, and remembered Naomi’s little tip on how she manages her routine in her house, and thought I’d give it a whirl. Lucky for me, I carry around all sorts of superfluous baby related miscellania to entertain, distract and cajole my wee one when out, and a notepad for drawing numbered among the detritus in my poor overstuffed handbag.

Thus, my new system was born. One task per piece of paper. Turn it over when you’ve done it. Do a little dance. (Earworm, anyone? Hee hee)

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I’ve been using this little assortment of wonders for a week now and I have to say it kicks the butt of my iPad notes, scribbled lists, so-called reminder apps and the muddled grey matter in my head. I think it’s the only way I can keep on top of my own health, and do my best to reduce my little girl’s terrible asthma. I also have days when I’m feeling a bit depressed or anxious or thyroidy, and these keep me from feeling a bit overwhelmed and not knowing where on earth to begin (hence some of the apparently blindingly obvious ones!).

Before you all freak out and call me insane for the amount of things I aim to do every day (which I know you won’t, because you’re all awesome and polite and wouldn’t dream of dissing a stranger on their own blog), my rationale is this.

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If I manage to complete all my tasks in the one day, then I go to bed feeling incredibly satisfied, and bloody knackered, and will hopefully have sweet, sweet dreams of race car drivers and movie stars. I mean my husband. (Love ya honey!)

If I miss a few, I don’t worry about it, because I’ll remember to do it the next day. And if there are some things I only do four or five times a week, well, I think that’s pretty damn good. And it’s probably four or five times more per week that I was doing before I got organised, going to bed lying awake completely ridden with guilt that I was destroying my baby’s health and generally sucking at being a mama.

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I’d really like to make this simple system a whole lot sexier. Print it on scrap booking paper, stick it to a magnet sheet thingy that other creative bloggy types know about, buy a cute little magnet board and something teeny to hold each part of the day’s reminders. But really, this way I can finesse and refine and play with it. And it works, it cost me no extra money, and I don’t have the time for that anyway, right? I’ve got rooms to dust! Hahaha 🙂 No, you’re right, you know me too well; probably one day I will. Making pretty things is part of this whole ambition thing, right?

Thanks for the inspiration, Naomi!

What do you think of this little system? Do you have one? Tell me about it! I need all the help I can get!

Thanks for reading,
Beck xxx

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So. I’m Back! What’s News?

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One day you’re waxing lyrical about craft, cooking and contrivances, the next its one year and 1,300 page views later! Wow, Blogland, thanks for the love while I’ve been away!

So what’s news in Beck’s world? If I tell you all at once, your head may begin to spin as fast as mine has been – and the blur is slowing to become slightly more recognisable as life. And so I’m back.

Back to keep encouraging myself to pursue my ambitions.

Back to share it all with whoever can relate, inspire or just read along with (hopefully) mild amusement (hi Mum!).

My ambitions are broadly the same; I suppose what has changed is the list is possibly longer and priorities adjusted.

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It will come as no surprise that my little girl, now 21 months, is top of the list. Her diagnosis with ‘severe life threatening asthma’ by our unbelievably wonderful paediatrician has changed our world somewhat.

>>I am dust demon!<<
(You may be confusing my cape for a dressing gown – it’s ok, many people do.)

So I will be honing, refining, adding and subtracting ways to run our house and cook nourishing food to minimise the all-too-regular hospital trips and horrible sypmtoms and drugs my brave baby must endure. And my unending stress, worry, paranoia and ‘check breathing’ midnight alarm setting. Not to mention sadness at medicalisation of my bub when I’ve so closely adhered and aspired to avoid it as much as possible. (Even though I thank Chocolate every day that it exists.)*

Being properly diagnosed with Post Natal Depression, along with the Hashimoto’s Disease, has provided angst along with answers. And some solutions.

I am doing much, much better than one year ago, but hope that writing, planning, aiming and doing things on my lovely little blog will help me to conquer these illnesses rather than merely control them.

Doing all of this while being a working mama – now there’s the challenge. How the heck am I going to make it happen? Watch and find out!

Thanks for welcoming me back into your cyber world. Follow me to keep in touch, and leave me a little note to say hi!

Beck xxx

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* When I think about this, I also think about my own family and friends, and other parents out there, who deal with so, so much more than I do. And then I feel selfish and guilty for my relatively insignificant worry. Even though I can only relate to my own circumstances. So, so many amazing parents are out there doing an incredible job and the best they can and I send them all strength and love and respect. And chocolate, if I could.