I don’t know how to knit or do crafts, I am not the beholder of amazing baking recipes, I can’t seem to keep my kids clean for more than ten minutes at a time and I get tired, grumpy and overwhelmed on a daily basis.
On a perfect day (perfect because I got to sleep, and therefore dream,) I will get lost in dreams of me wearing skinny jeans and Christian Louboutin heels, all whilst sipping on dirty Martinis.
In reality I am most likely wearing sweatpants, rushing to get something done during naptime and drinking cold coffee, cold because I didn’t have time to drink it when it was hot.
But on that same day, I will also most likely have had the giggles with my three and a half year old, I will have danced around the bedroom with a diapers on my head to the amusement of my one-year-old, I will have received numerous wet kisses from all three of my girls and uttered the words “oh I love you!” at least a dozen times.
I don’t know how I ended up with three kids in three and a half years? (Well, I have some idea), but I love each one of them to pieces and I wouldn’t trade any of the craziness, even for those Christian Loubutin’s.