4th November, lunch time. A loaf of bread on the sofa whilst watching TV. Healthy lunch?
5th November, lunch time again. Bed still not made. I got into bed like it last night too. It's been unmade for most of the week, with new bed linen waiting to go on. It won't make itself, will it? Actually, never mind the unmade bed - that quilt doesn't even have any binding on it.
Proof that I am no creature of perfection (I'm not sure you needed any proof, I think it's common knowledge).
I do not have vases of beautiful freshly cut flowers displayed around the place, I have laundry piling up in the laundry room (thank heavens for having a laundry room to hide the laundry, although it is no bigger than a cupboard), I have clean laundry still in baskets in various rooms. I have nothing in the fridge to make any kind of edible lunch for myself, my children are most often a little scruffy. As am I.
I hold my hands up, I say it loud and proud - I'm not perfect, and I'm happy to show you my real life 'moments'. Little snippets, nothing dressed, nothing made to look better than it is. No making sure I crop the picture to hide that half eaten sandwich, or pile of last weeks newspapers. Warts and all.
If you'd like to join in and share your own true life moments then skip over to Amy's place. She'll welcome you with open arms.

