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Date: 09 January 2010 16:30:21
I am a frustrated perfectionist. Its hard to be a perfectionist when you have a small baby. The house is a mess, the laundry needs doing, and when was the last time I cooked a decent hearty meal let alone do any baking? And there has been very little knitting, crafting or making of things of late.
Its been getting me down. Everyone else seems able to do it all. Several of my friends with small babies have immaculate houses. A couple of them manage to bake. I wish I could. I am desperate to do some baking, to blitz the house, to do some studying for the training course I have just started.
Last night I got rather worked up about it all. Mr WF asked me this 'Do you think that people will like you better if you have a tidy house, or have straightened your hair, baked some cakes or cooked a nice dinner?' The problem is that a big part of me answers yes to this even though I know it is very silly. And therein lies my problem. I guess I need to learn that people like me for me not what I do. Maybe I just need to like myself a bit better.