illunah

Sometimes I get busy, a bit ‘rushy’ and maybe even a bit shitty. It’s the morning, I need to dress my 'spirited' toddler, the dog is barking, I am pregnant, I am slow and the toast is officially burnt.

Might scream, might lay in the fetal position, either would be a valid response. But I am going to count, just to ten and remember I have nothing to prove. Scrape off the burnt bits and join the breakfast picnic because right now, I am living the life I dreamed and in a blink these days will be gone.

A reminder to practise what we preach. Life is about the little things, the personal jokes, the kitchen dancing, the babychino dates, the sandy toes and maybe, it's a bit about how we deal with burnt toast.