“At our level of work, if you look relaxed, it’s because you’ve had Botox,” or how I gave myself permission to be imperfect.

It’s school holidays all over France this week. It got me thinking about this unique word. Vacation? With small children, as in my case, it must be said that they are never completely relaxed. Sometimes I wonder if I still have room to breathe. And then I remember, yes. I built a precious little bubble set in the middle of my week. Half an hour is stolen from the time that passes on a Thursday morning after dropping the kids off at school when I manage to stop at a coffee shop where other moms in a hurry allow themselves a minute to rest before returning to their hectic lives.

Uncertain appearance, fuzzy hair

You must demonstrate your credentials to be accepted into this limited circle. In other words, being stuck on a leather bench with suitcases and blisters: uncertain appearance, fuzzy hair, uncomfortable coat. Looks extremely stylish and lives extremely abstinent. It’s 9am and everyone is already arriving…