It Started with a Husband Ironing

So I can’t shake the feeling of failure off this morning. I started the day with Hubby ironing. This has been enough to send me into a depression this morning. I just can’t seem to keep up with everything that is expected of me. Who is setting these expectations? I don’t even know the answer to that question. Me? My husband? I don’t even have my inlaws here to blame them. It’s a good thing that I don’t live in Turkey, I don’t think I could cope with the added pressure. Must have clean house, must have home-cooked dinner ready, must spend time with children and most importantly – must iron husbands shirts. Something has to give right?

I wonder if I will ever be happy with what I have achieved. I wonder if I will ever feel that I am good enough?

And as if this wasn’t enough, add must have a successful blog to the list too.

Right, I am off to sort out kitchen cupboards, I might not have got everything checked off my list today but I will have clean and tidy kitchen cupboards.

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