Here's how our Easter morning actually went:
The boys fought over the Easter eggs before 9am.
There is melted chocolate on my white carpet.
I had this beautiful vision of hot cross buns, scrambled eggs and fresh coffee for Easter breakfast.
We'd just come back from holiday. Pantry completely empty. But I had a plan.
So I went to the shops to get the ingredients.
Came back home. Realised most UK grocery stores are closed on Easter Sunday.
So...we had cheese pizza for breakfast. π
From the freezer.
God knows how long it had been in there.
This is my life. This is the real version.
And honestly?
I wouldn't swap it.
Because somewhere between the chocolate chaos and the pizza-for-breakfast plot twist β there was laughter. There was noise. There was us.
That's the thing about building a life that actually fits you.
It's never the version you imagined.
It's messier. Louder. Funnier.
And somehow β more yours.
Happy Easter, mamas. πΏ
Whatever your morning looks like today β the beautiful version or the cheese pizza version β you are exactly where you're supposed to be.
We don't build at the cost of peace.
Not even on Easter Sunday. π
With so much love,
Jennifer πΏ