Middling (and why that’s ok)

A little while ago I put a post on Instagram because it was Sunday evening, Willow was in bed, the house was clean, the laundry was at a manageable level and I was just feeling really content.  I got the same feeling after a lovely day out for Mother’s Day when we snuggled in to watch a bit of TV before bed.  There it was again – complete and utter contentment.  And I thought this is truly enough.  All I want is to feel content, average, middling, safe; however you want to put it.

Pinterest perfect

There’s so much pressure these days to have it ‘together’ at work, at home, your hair, your fashion but (for me) it’s unattainable and to be honest exhausting to even try. I’m not striving for Pinterest perfect because I’m never going to reach that and it’s not real anyway.  Our house is at best charity shop chic with a dressing of baby snot and not Scandi cool as my Pinterest boards would suggest. Ah well.

My house does not look like this.


I’ve written about my life before Willow in previous blogs – travel, festivals, partying.  I never wanted the party to end (and was pretty much always the last girl standing).  I realise now that was because I didn’t have the contentment in my life I do now – my family.  They’re the reason I get up every day and do my best.  Don’t get me wrong I still like to go out but it’s a much quieter affair.  A couple of drinks and I’m floored these days anyway and the only reason I’m up at 3am is because baby girl is awake and partying in her cot (wonder where she gets it from….)


Some things don’t change though.  I still pretty much take every day as it comes.  Some days are ace, some are a bag of shite but I trundle along, getting everyone to where they need to go with brushed teeth and a couple of spoonfuls of weetabix in our bellies.  I meet my deadlines at work and give 100% while I’m there but at the end of the day it’s pjs on, hair up and into middling mum mode.  High fives to the wonderful mamas making organic meals from scratch while crocheting a baby grow but that’s just not me.  More importantly I’m OK with that, my fiancé is ok with that and I think Willow is just about letting me get away with it.

Your best is good enough

Equally I don’t want to be goes on holiday and leaves kid home alone mummy. I do try my best. My baby girl deserves nothing less.  If you’re middling then you should be ok with it too.  Stop putting yourself under unnecessary pressure.  Stop comparing yourself to the perfectly made up mums you see in the media (they have an army of nannies, chefs and hairdressers to get them looking like that) or the parents you see at nursery drop off who look like they have it together (they probably don’t ). We are all swans seemingly gliding through the water when really our legs are flailing away underneath just trying to propel ourselves and our families forward.

Repeat after me: We are all doing a great job, we are all doing a great job….. If in doubt just look at those little people running around – they’re happy and healthy and don’t give a fig if you don’t own a copper fruit bowl hand driven by a Scandinavian next to a fjord by moonlight (It’s ok to want one though – yeah thanks Pinterest!)

Speak soon,

Kat xx


  1. March 31, 2017 / 7:39 pm

    Brilliant!! Pinterest has a lot to answer for!! 😀😀 I have these thoughts so much but then have to remember my little girl is happy, fed, entertained and having a great little life! Such a positive post!

  2. April 1, 2017 / 5:47 am

    Yep totally agree hence the blog name! I’m happy to be imperfect! Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime 🎉

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