I haven’t brushed my hair today, I haven’t got dressed, I’m tired and I have mountains of housework to do. Some people may look at this photo without a caption and think I need to sort myself out, set a routine, get some help of some sort but the truth is I’m fine. I’m happy actually. Today is a good day! I’ve taken time out today to have a “fuck it” day where everything can wait so instead I can watch Pixar movies and eat millions of raisins with my son! My husband is back to his usual overtime hours today so instead of missing him and getting straight back into the swing of things I just wanted a day to be lazy. I absolutely APPLAUD the working mum who does everything I do on top of 40 hours a week at work.
This isn’t just about being a mum though. It’s about being human where no matter who you are and what you’re doing we are under pressure to be someone else. To behave differently. To compete with somebody ‘better’ than ourselves. I could do housework all day, play with Dexter, take him out, bake, get us both clean, do my make up and wear my favourite pair of heels to lunch but I’d still find something that I could have done that day to have achieved more. FUCK IT. I’m not going to look back and realise I always worried. I am going to have this occasional day of looking like an electrocuted cat lady and just BE. Be still for a moment. I’m aware this has sort of turned into a mindfulness post and it wasn’t intended to be – I was going into it thinking the state of me would look funny but an unfiltered photo really shows an unfiltered life. Besides, I’m still fucking fabulous.