I so live a life of luxury these days. Do you know where I’ve taken to having my lunch? You’ll never guess. The Morrisons’ cafe, of all places! Okay, so it might not be the most salubrious of surroundings, but I have to say they make probably the freshest supermarket sandwiches I’ve had for a long time … and serve them nicely cut into triangles with a salad garnish and a handful of crisps! All wrapped up in plastic of course, which isn’t so great for the environment, but other than that I’m loving it. A nice cup of tea and a Terry’s chocolate orange cookie, and that’s me set up for the rest of the day! Just as well, really, as I seem to have zero interest in cooking and go into a blind panic at the prospect of having to feed anybody anything more complicated than a salmon fillet. In fact, I have well and truly clicked back into work mode, and the years of rustling up three meals a day have (thankfully) faded into oblivion. I am starting to come to terms with the fact that I am not, and never will be, a domestic goddess!
In all seriousness, I think that’s been part of the struggle I’ve had in coming to terms with motherhood, this enormous gulf between what I thought I should be and what I actually naturally am! So my vision of being a yummy mummy who’d grow fresh herbs, bake healthy cakes and have a never ending enthusiasm for creative craft activities is at odds with my desire to run a mile from anything even vaguely mundane. I know children benefit from a consistent routine, but I just can’t seem to do it. I know life would be less stressful if I was a bit better organised, but chaos is my comfort zone! I think I’m just destined to be a scrummo mummo … living somewhere between scrum and scrumptious depending on the day. Mind you, can’t remember the last time I felt truly scrumptious!
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