Two of my favourite bloggers have been talking about truth in the blogosphere lately (here, here and here). So I decided to step up and share some truths with you.
I made pancakes for breakfast yesterday morning. Idyllic? No... you'd have to ignore the smoke alarm constantly going off because I had the pan too hot and look past the first few burnt attempts and ignore the 1 year old screaming because his stomach decided his throat had been cut...to get within 50 miles of idyllic.
Husband liked them though.
And what did we eat with these pancakes of perfection? Fresh fruit and a drizzle of maple syrup? Fruit compote? Nah. Golden syrup. You can see the guilty tin just edging into the photo on the left hand side. Damn they tasted good enrobed in such sticky golden loveliness though.
So what other truths can I reveal? That NaNoWriMo gig I signed up for...I've gone totally off the idea and ran out of steam 5,000 words in.
What else? After being so determined that TV would not become a substitute babysitter with Bigger, I gleefully plonk Littler in front of cbeebies on a Friday just so I can have a hot cup of coffee. On my own. In peace.
And that's the truth.