My mother is visiting! A picture says a thousand words

and my falafel that fell apart kind of describes my day.

Am having dinner with estranged mother (not seen her for a year) and 🏠 is some how not up to scratch no matter how hard I try.

Am determined to be kind to myself, decided to stop after cleaning the toilet and kitchen, now am just running the dishwasher and laundry and promising myself that candles and dim lighting will hide a multitude of sins.

I don't know why I do this to myself. She is just going to call me fat (am 27 weeks) and find something to pick on. Mr Placebo spent all of last night frantically tidying up.

Okay! handmade pork wantons in broth for dinner, with rice, and wilted ginger bok choy (and also made a crock of chilli, and a mountain of falafel because I needed to prep today for tomorrow's lunch) I made sure I took breaks and listened to music while I worked.

Everything will be ok, I will keep the visit short, and she will be gone soon, and I will survive.