I am not organised, much. Sure, I’ll be on time to where ever it is I’m going, in fact probably ten minutes early. But I don’t have things filed in alphabetic order, and sorted by colour. My underwear drawers are a mess. Sometimes my socks aren’t in pairs, but just thrown into the drawer. I want to be organised. I want to know where everything is, right when I need it. I like to think I am an organised chaos kinda girl. That seems fun.
I am not fond of omelettes. They make my stomach churn. Hubby has one every morning, and I can hardly breathe when they’ve been cooking. I like eggs, but not when they’re dressed as an omelette.
I am not good at sleeping in. I never was. If I stir any time after 3am, I will more than likely just get up. I like being awake when no one else is. But I am always in bed early. I fade away after 8pm. I can’t really function, and definitely can not hold an interesting conversation.
I am not a keen gardener. My Mum has a green thumb, but I’m not sure if any of her offspring inherited it. I have tried. I have. We have a small garden and we’ve tried to do so much with it. We tried a vegetable patch, cute flowers and herbs… but we failed every time. One day my Mum just announced that she was going to fix it up for us, and she did. It looks so pretty, and we’ve kept it alive since then. That’s pretty honourable, the weeds surrounding it are not.
I am not afraid of a little honesty. If you ask me something, I will tell you the truth. I think ultimately the truth will set you free.
I am not afraid of telling a little lie to make life a little colourful and keep you on your toes. Not the sort of lies to make myself look better, but the sort of joking fibs that create a bit of laughter. My sister didn’t think it was so funny when I woke her as a teen to tell her idol had died. I was joking. She didn’t think it was funny.
I am not fond of the constant bags under my eyes. Yesterday the kids told me that I don’t have any wrinkles, but I most certainly have BIG {it sounded like they were speaking in capitals}, dark bags under my eyes every day. Thank you kids.
I am not looking my 29 {almost 30} years, apparently. A good handful of times over the past month people have either been shocked that I have a kid {they think I look too young to be a mother} or are flabbergasted* that I’m actually the age I am. They thought I appeared to be much younger. Those people can happily stay in my life. I like them.
I am not going so well at not having sugar. I definitely ate 76.4% less sugar than I normally would on Easter long weekend. But I caved in, a little. I’m human. Ok. And there was birthday cake. Lacey’s birthday cake begging to me, eat me… just a little.
I am not without hope. I live in hope. I am always hopeful. Always.
*That might be a slight exaggeration, but flabbergasted is such a neat word. Right?
Beautiful post Telle xx
Love this.
Oh, I want nothing more than to be Martha Stewart organised. It's hard work being perfect lol
I am a lot better than I used to be but yes, I totally hear you on the wanting to be more so.
And the undereye bags! I don't have many wrinkles either but the dark puffy circles under my eyes have been there since I turned 27 and they just get more and more hated. I would even keep my chubby thighs if I could get rid of those.
A very honest read….thanks for sharing, Claire 🙂
Morning! The gardening thing: it will come, betcha. xx
i am a sugar freak myself. if you L-O-V-E – love! – sugar, then i suggest you don't “give it up.” i tried doing this for years. and a ton of oaths, promises and weird speeches later, i realized it was not the right direction. i'll send you an email regarding my new path cuz this comment is getting too long. xx
I loved this too!
What a lovely post. I always find your posts inspiring. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself – that's what makes FatMumSlim such a wonderful blog.
love it!
i always attempt to be organised and at times i can be. other times. not so much.
I love this. I might do it too!
oh lovely post from a lovely lady. When I was pregnant with Tom, the lady taking my blood tests, said she was horrifed when she saw me walk in, she thought I was 15 or 16, and then when I started talking about my other child,, she was even more horrified.
Obviously a lady living in the middle ages, as teen pregnancies DO happen, but I was in fact 26 at the time!
hehe I love eggs in all forms EXCEPT omelettes, can't stand them. I think it's the mix of cheese. Yich.
don't worry I'm not organized either ..i try to be but never stays organized and gardening i hate it too:) but i do love chocolate eggs and i love lying to my brother & sister about small lies:)
have a great day sweetie XX
I love being organized but my problem is I can't stay organized AT ALL TIMES. Grrr… I have things to reorganize this weekend.
Lovely post…don't give up on the sugar completely, it really does make life so much sweeter 🙂
I love that word too. 🙂