Right now, I'm sick of my compulsion with perfection.
Or more so - projecting some form of self imposed perfection.
Through January, I think I blow dried my hair a total of four times.
When meeting up with friends or having friends come here to play
- I tuck my short, low maintenance hair behind my ears and let it dry naturally.
The past four kindy drop off mornings I have blow dried my hair.
Heaven forbid these new people think I can't manage the boy, the baby, the drop off and my own hairdo.
Magoo's grandparents are kindly bringing him home from school today while I take Missi to her first swimming lesson.
So far, I have straightened cushions, swept half a dog off the patio, emptied the bin, changed the cot sheets, laid out 'after school' clothes for Magoo, made his lunch, picked up toys, tidied the fridge and pantry - and will go and clean shortly.
Heaven forbid my husband's family have reason to think that I'm dropping a few balls around here.
I am teaching alongside some new colleagues tomorrow.
I have planned and prepped my lessons to within an inch of my life
- even though I have been competently teaching for the last thirteen years.
I'll run through everything again tonight after I have ironed and laid everyone's clothes (and bags) for tomorrow out just so.
|Live a little Mum. |
Go on, rip something!!
It feels great. :-)