Once again I am sat here at 3′ o clock in the morning after waking up and being unable to get back to sleep. I don’t know why this happens to me so often but it does so I accept it for what it is, some very quiet time in what is normally a very chaotic house. I knit, catch up on podcasts and drink herbal tea and am usually back in bed by 5am for a couple of hours sleep before the boys get up and the day starts with a bang.
Tonight I have caught up on the blogs that I follow and one of my favourites A Playful Day really got me thinking about my life. She talked about the difficulties life can throw at you when you have a new baby, how ‘The Plan’ goes out of the window and that life is not perfect. And it really struck a chord.
I spend way too much time trying to have the perfect life; the perfect house, the perfect garden. Trying with all my might to do everything to please everyone and be the perfect friend and you know, most of the time it just doesn’t happen and that then makes me feel miserable.
I always think that everyone else is living a charmed life and that they seem to be able to do it all, so why can’t I? A Playful Day’s very honest post, in a world of blogging, Twitter and Facebook where we can all pretend to be living the dream was refreshing to read. In the main my life is great and I love most of it but it is never going to be 100% perfect and sometimes we all need reminding that that is actually ok.