Turning peanuts to peanut butter

As most of you know I blew up my computer a few months back and have not been able to post. I do have blogger app on my phone, but with a 500 word limit-and let's face it, a girl who can talk. I haven't been around.

I know you miss me, I know y'all do! This isn't the inflation of my big head, these are from fan requests!

So any way, here crazy mum is. Here I am. Big words aren't they? Do you ever sit and wonder about your life and wonder the what ifs?? Have you ever squashed them with, I'm right here..right now. Think about that for a moment. It doesn't matter which road you took to get here. It doesn't matter about the screaming kids or the football on t.v. It doesn't matter what song you sung to dance. Your here now.

I have to be honest with you all I'm struggling a bit at the moment. I have so nicely returned from a life break. You know the kind where you led another life for a week; the life you used to have before crazy set in. Or maybe the life you used to have before being an adult punched you in the face.

My life break was a week with my mummy, who so nicely told me she would probably need therapy after a week with me! A week of wearing clean clothes and makeup, a week of dinner and lunches, a week of hot coffee and hot dinners. A week of me without the definition of mother, mummy, madre, oh hail big chief. Isn't it funny how we start living lives based on definition? When did we start doing that?

I can't go out after work because I'm a manager at a top 100 company, I need to go to bed by 8. I can't answer the phone because I work in a call centre and take 200 calls a day. I can't work in the garden because I'm a hand model and my nails will get dirty. I can't eat solids because I'm a Victoria secrets angel. Maybe theses aren't definitions but job hazards? I can't wear nice clothes because my kids use me for a face cleaner. I can't wear heels because who can chase three children running in all directions in stilettos? I can't eat dinner hot, because we'll...have you met my kids?

I'm struggling right now with the definition. Not that I felt I had a better one before, but this is different. How do you move past it. What happens if you accept the definition and then 20 years past, and you can't move on to another definition?  I'm calling this making peanut butter out of peanuts. I'm  talking about taking the definition in which we live and making it our lives. Owning it. Redefining it. Take power and control over that gosh darn word in which we run our lives and kicking it to the next level.

Are you feeling lost in translation? Stuck in definition? How will you make peanut butter out of your peanuts??

I can do this on a mobile???

Honestly I am not down with the tec world. I had no idea I could post via my mobile! DUH! anyway having no computer has left my blog dry. Now i can do this any where, the crazyness is back! Stay tuned my loves! xxx