I’m doing the best that I can.
Those seven words strung together created a little phrase that I started using in the past year. I like to put lots of pressure on myself to be Superwomen, have a perfect house, healthy meals, an immaculate lawn, make everyone around me happy and generally always be on top of every single detail in my life. To add to that pressure, I daily get a little lost in an Instagram-perfect world pushing me even more to up my game in every area of my life.
Well guess what? It never happens. This past week was exceptionally full, with the ideal collision of work and family commitments. These are some events that transpired –
I ate timbits for dinner one day. Maybe two.
I found some liquid zucchini, and mouldy lemons in the very un-crispy vegetable crisper.
The bathrooms are disgusting. Shudder.
I literally got lost on my way to work because I was daydreaming.
I’ve misplaced my favourite tank top. (The one that sucks everything in)
I neglected a situation that made me feel really guilty.
I didn’t react the way I should have to my family.
My 16 year-old bought hand soap for the bathrooms with her own money because she couldn’t take it anymore. (Direct quote)
I have flowers that need to be planted.
A cat that needs it’s back shaved.
Well, today I hit my exhausted wall so I caught up on Netflix and didn’t utter a word for 7 hours.