I like scrolling through Instagram in the morning when Robin’s flipping through her books. I always take her to our bed when she wakes up so I can extend the waking up phase and take my time to get up and functioning.
Morning Instagram round – taking in the pretty pictures of sunny vacations, perfect homes and outfits, dewy “I woke up like this” pictures all the while Robin will literally try to sit on my face. By that time it’s ‘bye’ perfect Instagram world and ‘hi’ real life.
We got a Belgian waffle maker because it’s been a little dream of mine to have home-made waffles on Sunday mornings. Or well, any mornings! We don’t really have Belgian waffles or waffle makers in Estonia, our’s are way thinner and then rolled up in cones, much like ice-cream cones. Then again I haven’t lived in Estonia for 3 years so what do I know, you can probably get the waffle makers there now too but traditionally Estonian waffles are way different.
So, first batter I had to dump because I made it too runny. For the second patch I decided to try out a recipe from Instagram accompanied by a delicious photo, of course. That one egg in the recipe was highly suspicious from the start… but hey, I’ll just add two on the next try. The outcome – it’s more of a waffle-porridge than a waffle, hah! But since it tastes great and it’s been 3 hours since I woke up and I haven’t had breakfast, I’ll just eat it up, dump the cold coffee, make myself another pot, clean up, wash up and start all over.
You know these days when you make big plans and to-do lists and all goes wrong? Well, I got sick again, common-uncommon cold/flu, name it what you want. So my big plans of painting the loft and Robin’s room this weekend, going to a concert, mend some clothes, sew new pillow cases and make perfect waffles turned out a ‘little’ different (read: lay on the couch, blow my nose every 2 minutes, cook, clean, lay in bed, blow that nose again). Not all goes perfect all the time and it’s okay. I can’t make pretty waffles yet, I don’t dress up every day or wear make-up every day, our living room looks like a warehouse of toys most of the time and I wish I would make time to do a hundred things every day but it doesn’t really pan out all the time, does it. Which doesn’t mean it can’t still be a perfect day with waffle-porridge, toys everywhere and a messy kitchen. Just a different perfect than Instagram-perfect, it’s real-life perfect.