Here's the aspirational version of my day:
Arose at 5.00am, went to gym, cooked breakfast for family, showered and dressed while listening to French for Beginners audio book.
Left for school early, ran through each child's personal maths and spelling programme on the way.
Shopped with boys for camping boots, reinforcing budgeting and time management lessons in the process.
Riiiiiight

My staying-on-brand version of the day involved, but was not limited to:
-Killer sorting out breakfast, tidying kitchen, presenting me with a perfect cup of coffee (as he does every morning) while I stumbled about the place half finishing sentences and grumbling (as I do every morning)
-having three children with me all morning for differning reasons and feeling rather cranky about the lack of forward planning that caused it
-public meltdown in connection with two boys crawling around on the floor outside Myer following a rather trying shopping experience, and one boy in particular choosing THAT moment to flex his Who Are You To Tell Me What To Do muscle
-a house that has descended into the sort of mess that just makes me sad and flat
-eating sugar, which I have not done in several weeks, which made me feel even sadder and flatter, and which was totally not worth the anguish (it was a stale, half frozen, hot cross bun)
Okay, so that was very un-aspirational. But you know how I love to dish the dirt to let you know that "we are all brothers under our pelts" Speaking of which, you must read Nikki Gemmel's piece from the Weekend Australian magazine. Gold.
Some days, some months, are just putting one foot in front, right? I'm dizzy, I'm tired, I'm simply doing the basics and hoping for a time when I can feel productive and, dare I say it, proactive. I'm sure it will come. I have a man who makes me coffee, a Mum who sneakily does my folding, and a whole host of other things to be grateful for in the meantime.
AND I got to spend an hour, grinning like a maniac, watching my princesses at ballet. They call it 'watching week'. I call it, 'look how pretty and earnest and poised my darling girls are' hour. The preciousness of their beautiful selves and the sincerity of the whole enterprise bought tears to my eyes. It was with the greatest of restraint that I remained in my seat, only taking photos as they took their turns in the front row.