This morning I started writing a post before the kids got up. It went something like this:

“I put make up on yesterday and again today. Doesn’t sound like a huge thing does it really? But saying I simply had the time to does.

The girls turn two in January and I’m ONLY just starting to feel like I have my shit together.”

That’s as far as I got. Smug as a bug thinking I had my shit together. I mean, I should have known having a run of a few days where everything went smoothly would come to an end. Cue a stupidly hot day combined with that overwhelmingly tired sensation where you feel like you’re cooking from the inside out and my afternoon became more of a countdown until bedtime rather than the fun run around in the sprinkler that I had once naively envisioned.

Shit together.

What does that even mean anyway?

I guess it’s a personal thing and could mean different things to different people.

Personally, I’d like to say it includes patience, less shouting and, at times, a higher care factor. But honestly, for me, having my shit together is simply keeping the children alive all day and not crying from the mental and physical exhaustion that runs through my bones.

ACCORDING TO KATIE

So, as of now, I guess I have got my shit together. Even if my make up is a little bit smudged!

Love,
K x




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