I have had a shitter of a time lately. Marriage broken down, new house, buying everything from scratch, 2dc(1 disabled) to run after, end of academic year stress, financial woes, dad in hospital very ill, flare up of my own chronic pain condition crippling me, close friend severely ill. I've been rubbish and not unpacked much in the new place and it's been a tip. I've been embarrassed and felt like I was failing.
The last two days I have lit a rocket under my arse, tidied and packed away LOADS of stuff, made my house nice and fit for visitors, hoovered, fucking DUSTED. Today I have made cheese scones with the kids. They are cooling in my reasonably tidy kitchen where for once all the washing up is done. I feel like Martha bastard Stewart. I made scones, motherfucker, check out how bad I have my shit together.
So I thought, no matter how badly we think we are failing, we really aren't. We're all doing brilliantly. So tell me your 'scone' moments, things you're proud of achieving despite the chaos that is life. I'm celebrating being upright and functional and would like you all to join me.