Afternoon naps never smelt so good

I am tentatively going to announce that I may, finally, be living up to my #letsenjoymaternityleave strap line. I'm not completely there, mind. But I'm close.  

I guess this goes in phases, like all things parenting based. One day you're kicking your pram in rage (don't worry, I'd removed my child first) because you've missed the Amazon man (me last Tuesday) a sobbing, domestic mess. The next week (today) you are lying in bed with your angelic child having an afternoon nap whilst watching a Neom candle flickering against an autumnal backdrop (where do I pluck this stuff from......rhetorical question, obvs). 

It always seems to be the way. After months of moaning about my tedious daily existence - feed, change, mope around Sainsbury's and buy uninspired food for the day that I don't want to cook, cry, sleep, repeat. Just when you think you can't cope with the grinding, thankless tedium for one second longer, your child goes and starts giggling, is suddenly content to play with their toes for hours and THEN, at that perfect moment, you have to go back to work. 

Now, I'm not quite there yet. But suddenly my return to commuterdom is being discussed in terms of weeks, not months and disturbingly 'next year' is right around the corner. All that braying about 'how much I want, no, need to go back to work'. It's going to happen. Soon. This shit got real.  

I do want to go back, of course I do. No really, I do. Honest. But not when you can have days like today with your daughter. Where you finally get into a routine. Nap time happens. With a minimum of fuss (right now). That we actually have fun playing together and we both laugh. And possibly the swinger here - your Cult Beauty box arrives. AND, for once, you are in for the delivery.

MY BOX. MIne.  

MY BOX. MIne.  

I won't go into how AMAZING this latest offering from Cult is. I bloody love a bit of a beauty mix up. I am a mercenary when it comes to skincare and have no brand allegiance. I'll go into how genius this box is another time but honestly there is no filler. Every item is a winner. (I'm also poised to try and get my mits on the Caroline Hirons box for Cult which is released this week - do I need more product? No. Do I want it, hell yes?)

And so, on this gloomy afternoon I didn't think twice about cracking open the Neom 'Complete Bliss' candle which was part of the Cult haul. I don't tend to go in for candles because I'd rather spend my money on jeans. However, this candle smells divine, containing Moroccan Blush Rose, Lime & Black Pepper. I stuffed it under my daughter's nose and she sniffed it with what appeared to be interest if not pleasure - bearing in my she cannot process that she even has a nose, let alone that she can smell, that is pretty good going. 

Afternoon bliss  

Afternoon bliss  

Fortuitously for us both it was nap time and so I lit the fragrence laden bad boy and we both watched it flicker whilst my daughter wrestled herself to sleep. The smell, emenating from the crisp, white pot is truly delicious. Maybe it was the candle, maybe it was Radio 4 humming an excerpt from Moon River in the background. But it was perfect. A perfect, perfect moment.

Sweet dreams  

Sweet dreams  

Does my daughter need to develop a Neom candle sleep association? No sodding way. Will I remember this as one of the most wonderful afternoons of my life, and feel unbelievably lucky to have this time? A thousand times yes.