Perfectly Imperfect and That’s OK

Perfectly Imperfect and That’s OK

 

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We ain’t perfect but we are happy
It’s sounds like a massive cliche but life really is a journey.  I am learning more about myself and who I am as a Mum along the way. And in turn more about what I want from blogging.

 

I’ve realised my main objective is to be real. So here is a list of the ways me and my life are perfectly imperfect:


  • I sometimes (more often than I’d like to admit) forget to brush the kid’s teeth.
  • We change our bed linen about every three weeks.
  • Sometimes my eldest’s bed linen has a faint whiff of wee.
  • I only remember to wash the towels when they start to smell damp.
  • 1 in 5 plants will die in my care.
  • I never iron.
  • I do occasionally use hair straighteners to sort out the worst creases.
  • I pass off homemade cards from the kids as a cute craft project. The reality is I forget to pick actual ones of from Paperchase. Also, four quid for a card is a piss take!
  • My kids often eat pesto pasta more than once a week. I change the side vegetables though. So that’s ok.
  • Or fish fingers. Obvs.
  • I own several pairs of knickers that are older than Bertie.
  • Truthfully my biggest granny pants are my favourite.
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    Current freezer situation
    Until recently there was a dress at the bottom of the laundry basket that I last wore in my twenties.  I will never a) get round to getting it drycleaned b)  fit back into it.
  • I am a jealous friend. I get a pang envy when I see two mates hanging out with out me.
  • I aspire to buy classic high-end fashion pieces. But am still a sucker for novelty fashion bits.
  • I sometimes drink milk straight for the carton. It’s posh almond milk though, so….
  • I sometimes (always) pretend to ignore that the bin needs taking out.
  • I haven’t kept-up with my first born’s baby book. I didn’t even start one with my second.  Documenting their entire lives on social media an excellent alternative though.  They’re sure to treasure those pixelled squares in years to come
  • My cupboards and draws are all a mess. And not just a bit.
  • The wendy house has become a very small garden shed where we shameless shove random shit.
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    Our ‘Art Cupboard’.
  • Our car. How do I even begin to explain how hideous our car is?
  • Most of the play dough is either mixed to a nondescript brown shade, either that or its rock hard.
  • Our jigsaw puzzles are in complete.
  • The majority of lego men are headless
  • The olive oil hasn’t got a lid.
  • The pestle has no mortar.
  • I only buy grated cheese because I am too lazy to grate it for the kids.
  • Often the garlic, onion and potatoes have sprouted.
  • I never clean the oven.
  • Can never find the sellotape.
  • There are 3 layers of varnish on my toes. I couldn’t find the remover.
  • And as for the Plastics/Tupperware drawer. It only consists of mismatched sets and untouched pink Ikea plates, cups, bowls and cutlery which my boys CATEGORICALLY REFUSE TO USE.
  •  I NEVER listen to my voicemails.
  • I recently had to remove my knickers midway through the day because they were cutting into my thigh.
  • I then went to dinner commando.
  • The boys end up in our bed every single night.
  • And no. The Gro Clock doesn’t work on them. Partly because I’m incapable of learning to set it even though I’ve read the instructions 67 times.
  • I know for a fact there’s a Christmas decoration (a large sparkly reindeer) on the shelf downstairs. It’s July. But hey we are nearer to next Christmas than last. So may as well leave him there.
  • There are at least 3 unsheathed tampons at the bottom of my bag.
  • They are frequently accompanied by a flaccid Babybel.
  • We still haven’t written Thank You Cards from The Boys Birthdays.  In November and January.
  • That one genuinely makes me feel sick with shame.
  • Now I have started this list I don’t know if it’ll ever end.
  • You see there are SO many things that fall short of the ideal version of my life.
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    Ball Pit of Doom
  • I reckon I could write it indefinitely.
  • But the reason I am writing them is not as some sort of list of shame.
  • The opposite.
  • I want to make prove to myself how minor they are.
  • How they aren’t worth worrying about.
  • I HOPE that these imperfection don’t make me rubbish or useless. They just make me really really normal.
  • Our house is respectable and homely.
  • My children are loved and healthy (although currently recovering from Chicken Pox).
  • My husband and I like each other the majority of the time.
  • We sometimes have sex.
  • I have a circle of incredible mates. We may not see as much as we once did. But when we do we have an excellent time.
  • My body isn’t as firm as it once was. My face isn’t as flawless. But it’s holding up OK.
  • The dog gets walked. (He only drinks from the potty once a week).
  • The dishwasher gets put on.
  • The mortgage gets paid.
  • We are happy. We are safe and we are trying our best.
  • Someone recently DM’d me with this AMAZING piece of advice.
  • It’s so good that it requires capital letters:
  • WE JUDGE THE WORST OF OURSELVES BY THE BEST OF EVERYBODY ELSE.
  • Take a moment to take that in.
  • It’s true. So so true.
  • Don’t believe the versions of peoples lives what you see online or even when you go round to have a glass of wine.
  • Everybody has crap hidden in their cupboards or stashed under the bed.
  • Everybody argues about the fact that men are incapable of seeing the stair pile.
  • Nobody has an underwear drawer of expensive, well fitting undies. Surely even the ones that do have a pair of ‘period pants’ lurking at the back?
  • Life is far too short to worry about immaculate bathrooms.
  • Truth is I’d rather my kids described to me as fun than pictured me as tidy but uptight.
  • I don’t expect them to be perfect. I love their flaws.
  • I want them to strive for happiness, not perfection.
  • I figure the way to do that is to lead by example.
  • To give ourselves a break.
  • To focus on feelings, not appearances.
  • Better a home filled with headless lego men and sticky Marmite jars, than a perfect facade with no space for soul, fun and the occasional spot of madness.
  • That’s my excuse anyway.
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    Me in all my glory. Learning to be ok with being Perfectly Imperfect.
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22 thoughts on “Perfectly Imperfect and That’s OK

  1. Bravo! This list get’s better and better – you had me half way through – the pants cutting into your thigh! brilliant..! You were always better at keeping it real than all the other mum bloggers.. I stopped following them, I still follow you because you are real, thank you! xx

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  2. It’s as if you crept into our house and wrote about us! Including the Christmas decoration! Excellent post x

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  3. Oh my god. I could have written this list!! All bar three pairs of my pants are older than both my children. And Β£4 for a card is a pisstake. Which I why I shop.at Card Factory. Perfectly good cards. Maximum spend is about 99p! It’s going to end up in the recycling in a week anyway.
    Personal highlights and relatable points include
    Three layers of varnish on toes (at least they’re painted right?!)
    Forgetting to brush teeth (mostly weekend mornings)
    Pasta multiple times a week. At least yours get Pesto. Mine get Philadelphia (actually Aldi own version).
    Jealous friend
    Baby book.

    Much love. Awesome list x

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  4. Me too! Eeek juggling work and children has been a constant feeling of guilt for me that something’s not always done 😞
    . I’ve sponged yoghurt/ paint off my sons school jumper when I’ve realised I have not got a spare clean (in defence my son can loose anything)
    .I once signed my sons reading book when he had not read it as I had had a super busy day at work (No excuse haha #hangsheadinshame)

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  5. Have you crept into my house?! This list is me, too. And my daughter has a Christmas stocking on her door handle. And I wait till the floor fluff has legs before getting the hoover out. But we’re happy!

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  6. I love this with you on all of this except almond milk never tried that one never ever commented on one of these before is this a blog? You are my life is that mental I don’t even know!! Thanks for this I don’t feel so very lonely anymore. 3 children 1 husband that works away I’m so time poor it’s ridiculous but yes the kids are healthy and happy I’m too fat but you can’t have it all, just relocated no friends yet hopefully someone takes pity!!

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    1. It is a blog!! And thanks for commenting! Rest assured you are not alone, there are SO many of us in similar boats. Well done you for relocating its brave to make a change. But it’s also amazing – see it as s whole new adventure! Big kiss and keep strong xx

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  7. I actually cleaned the oven today. First time in two years and took me two hours…it’s because we are moving on Monday! So I’m not even going to really benefit from this sparkly clean oven. In fact I have put a sign on it to say do not use πŸ˜‰

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  8. wow, this is my life except mine also includes cobwebs….everywhere which my mum always points out. surely it’s my house and the cobwebs and spiders are happy….so are we

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  9. I love your list Clemmie, thank you for being so honest, you’ve helped me feel so much better about my life this evening (I’m a working single mum of 2 and never feel on top of things!) x

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  10. Ahh someone speaks the truth at last!!! I constantly feel that ours, pales in comparison to other people’s ‘perfect’ lives, I definitely feel better knowing that we are, in fact, perfectly normal. Thanks lovely xx

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  11. Bloody love this. I think the only ones I said no to was the one where you said you and your hubby still get on and have sex. I’m a single parent πŸ˜‚. I’m happy I’m not a neurotic parent and my home is a home not a bloody show house ! I go to my sisters and she has no kids and within 3 mins of sitting on sofa she starts to panic and moves us to other cushions saying that we have to sit equally on each cushion ( the sofa is HUGE) to ensure they won’t sag individually πŸ˜‚ At that point my daughter says ” mum can we go”
    Xx

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  12. THANK YOU!!!! Feel like I wanna laugh and cry at the same time reading this. Sheer relief that there are others out there!!

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