If youve ever droped by my blog or twitter you probably know I am disorgainsed at best, a complete disaster at worse!
But this week I have decided that, in the words of the once great Michael Jackson I need too “make that change”.
Its time to grow up and take my big girl pill, to act like an adult and *grow* a responsible personality.
I know I need too, I’m….erm old enough!…. Have 3 kids, a lovely hubby type person and my very own budding business but when I go out in public places I feel like a silly kid. Which I know I’m not, I know about world issues (…well…ok, some of them) and have qualifications, I am even a bona fida qualified interior designer (although not practising ;D ) But I just can’t help acting like a complete dummy!
Like the other day, I went to baby group with my 2 lovely friends. Both of them confident, self assured with good hair and no sign of un-ironed clothes. Then theres me , dripping wet (I don’t drive, because I am a child …. and it rained ) my very unsensible gray leopard print pumps ruined and a little bit of rogue eyeliner working its way down my check.
When it came to signing in on the regester, first I signed the wrong one and then I couldnt find the right place to put our names, having to have some slightly disgruntled mum behind me too point out the glaringly obvious box.
Its no better at home either, I forget to pay in cheques, pay bills, book doctors appointments, the list goes on!
I always have the very best intentions but at the moment with the new icklebabe launch around the corner I have been painting and sewing like I am on creative crack! All sensible things like the ironing (is that sensible though, according to most of my twitter pals the jury’s out on that one) have gone out the window.
Our house is full of my paintings and pretty beaded egg cosy’s. Half finished patchwork quilts and about a million ribbons and buttons.
For practical reasons I have to grow up and start taking responsibility for my own life.
But on a personal level I think part of me thinks that a surrender to the dark sensible side means I will grow into an old woman over night. Something about being a free (if super dippy disorganised) spirit makes me feel alive. And that’s something I don’t want to loose.
Maybe there is a way of swallowing the bitter pill of becoming a “proper” grown up without giving up my funny quirky side, I kind-of hope that’s what I am and not just a disorganised weirdo?! but, who ever knows for sure? ;D xxx
This Is me...in 30yrs...*still* not grown up ;D
P.s..while I wasn’t procrastinating for the 5th week in a row to make our family dentists appointment I made these lovely Easter biscuits, they were very nice and we had them with coffee when my friends came over. None of them knew what an Easter biscuit was but I had them every year growing up. If you don’t know, they are like a buttery biscuit with all the flavours of a hot cross bun… Really YUMMY! , and very cheap to make 
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Ingredients-
40z of Sugar
40z of butter
1 egg
80z of plain floor
good pinch of nutmeg
2 0z of currants
3 tbs of milk
Heat the oven at 160oc and grease a baking tray.
Cream the butter and the sugar, add the egg yolk.
Fold in the flour, stir in the spice and the currants.
Add the milk to form a hard dough and roll out.
Using a cookie cutter, cut out your biscuits (make them a good thickness the first time I made them they were to thin and crispy) and place on a baking tray cook for about five mins and then take them out brush with egg white and sprinkle with sugar .
Put in oven again for about 20 mins or until golden brown.
Oh I love you. Can we just not be children together? I keep trying to grow and failing miserably. I’m beginning to think I’m a lost cause.
recipe for Easter biscuits sounds yummy – not sure about taking my own big girl grow up pill though
Oh those biscuits sound lovely. But why do you have to grow up, sounds like you are doing fine without growing up. There is absolutely no need to be sensible at all.
Thanku lovely guys, I love your blog comments it always makes me feel better…like therapy, but with out the bill! Maybe growing up is over rated, I’ll just *act* like one in front of bank managers and doctors and I should be fine xxx ;D xxx
Ha Ha! Can I join your club! If I get a bill in I put it on the side saying to myself, thats one for teh grown ups to deal with…I also find myself saying “when I grow up, I will start to wear high heels or blowdry my hair.” Snort!
I have just wee’d myself a little laughting at creative crack – I think we are each other!!
I only learned to drive when pregnant with Mini, I cant wear heals, I dont really do make up. Infact my children allow me to be 5 again. We used to make easter spice biccies – yummmmm
Very funny. I’m exactly the same. Can’t wear heels, can’t go anywhere without needing a wee after 5 minutes, spill things down me, talk crap when I’m nervous…
I don’t think it’s a bad thing – as you say, we’re just proving that we’re still young! xx
Thanx guys! I am beginning to think know-one ever really grows up…maybe some just fake it better than me.
My friend calls her little girl “dolly daydream” and I was called the same at school, cant be a bad thing really. Who ever wants to stop daydreaming….. well, maybe you have to stop now and then to pay bills and stuff but not for long!
Noooo! I love you just as you are – I really do! I think growing up is very over-rated (and not much fun!)
*stamps on your big girl pills with my impractical leopard print pumps*
Grown-up, is that what I’m supposed to be? I’m sure someday I’ll get there, but I plan on continuing to take the journey at my own pace. . . =)
You stay exactly as you are ! I will be your mummy, I never did know how to be child like. You are fab, funny and I’m still going to beat you to 1000 NA! NA! NA! NA! NA!
Oh, its; so comforting when you know you’re not alone, isn’t it? I am perpetually wondering when someone is going to realise it’s just *me* here, masquerading as a wife and a mother, they’ll finally understand I’m just pretending, I actually don’t know what I’m doing and am simply waiting for them to come tell me off.
In the meantime, I never iron, always spill drinks, my children have been waiting an embarrassingly long time for me to make a dentist appointment for them, and my husband has given up expecting me to remember to post things…
But Pffft to your Big Girl Pills. Tis who we are. And taint no changing us now.
I’m rebelling against the boring old-adult world with you. In fact, I sit here eating Apple Jacks cereal for dinner– dry– and watching The Wiggles. I might have two kids, two dogs, and a husband, but I can’t quite find my way to maturity. Good thing he likes to pay the bills, because I shove them aside all too often.
No, don’t try to grow up! That’s what we all want to do when we’re fifteen isn’t it? I think having your mindset is the difference between what ages some people and doesn’t age others. I’m totally disorganised too which is wrong with three little ones. I always leave home without half the things I need. Being organised and sensible is a bit boring and ageing!
I have a bad feeling that I am a boring grown up. I want to be more like you!
Nah don’t bother growing up, you sound like far too much fun the way you are.
I love the fact you sound as scatty as me…or as my family say a right durr brain! I also think the person in the pink trousers is me now…i hate to think what i will grow up to look like? I always have to have the correct box to sign pointed out to me. I think it is put there as a test. Those with loads of creative ideas buzzing round their little noggins are never going to know which box to sign as when they look at said boxes they are thinking of what lovely patterns they could draw within the space that the kind person is showing them. Keep being creative let the others do the dotting of t’s and crossing of i’s
I love you! you are so right I am obviously not stupid, just way too creative ;D
I think being a bit dappy & disorganised (and messy, please say messy) is part of being creative!
That’s who I am and if I change that, then I change me and then I won’t be me and I’ll have no choice but to sulk – so no growing up for me either.
My super organised (pants outside of their tights and with coordinating capes super-mum) friends astonish me with the amount they get done in a day. A day! School drop off, nursery drop off, butchers, bakers, play group, dog walk, baking, dry cleaning collected and then back on time for school pick up as I run like a nutter down the road (yup – I live in walking distance and am regularly last – too busy listening to my son recount his dreams or reading Twitter). Then home to cooked from scratch meal for kids and separate grown-up meal for her & him. Then another dog walk, bath time, story time, kitchen tidy and the couple time! Amaaaazes me!
And all I’ll have done is prat about with paints and do an online food shop – and be late to pick my boy up.
OK maybe a wee bit of growing up wouldnt harm ; )
Sarah, I think you may actually be me! LOL! I am always late for school pick up and drop off and I am very messy much to the annoyance of Big J who is Mr tidy tidy pants… your right tho, to change would be a sin…. maybe just refine slightly ;D xxx
Found your blog today and I think you are almost me!
What a great post! 
can’t wait to read more bloggy stuff from you! xxx
Thanku Jodi
really good to meet another dizzy nut-case like myself! ;D ….
will come and visit your blog in a bit, milly is trying to put things down the loo so better wait till she goes to bed! xxxx