I'll be the first to tell you I didn't/don't/can't. We post things on this world wide web that we want to remember... little tidbits of life the way it should be every day. But it's simply not. I constantly have to remind myself that everyone has something. Everyone has problems (despite how sunny and perfect their lives seem according to their blog/facebook posts), hopefully not major, but most likely mine are trivial in comparison.
Lately, I've been finding myself looking around and thinking, "I love my life." I have good days and bad, and many imperfections, but I'm right where I've always wanted to be. I look at my girls and my husband and can't believe I'm this lucky. And you are probably thinking gag me... enough cheesiness. Most of my posts are to share this wonderfulness with you. So, I thought I would share some of the imperfections that make me real.
1. My house is a disaster. I've admitted to this before, but I'm reiterating. It is only clean when company is coming. Of course, it is clean in the sanitary kind of way, just not the organized way.
2. Sometimes our empty trash can stays on the street for DAYS after trash pickup. I know my neighbors hate me for this. It is like a battle of wills in our house. I think trash duty is Jason's job. He is the one that takes it out. Not to mention, nine times out of ten when I'm outside I'm wrangling three children.
3. My children watch entirely too much tv. I feel guilty about this, I really do, but sometimes it is just unavoidable.
4. I rarely cook. Jason fixes dinner most nights. And, by fixes I mean heats up a frozen pizza or scrambles eggs. Although, lately we have been eating real meals since I have been dieting. I can cook, I just don't always plan far enough in advance.
5. I'm a major procrastinator. I always have been. Unless it is something I'm really passionate about. And if it is something I really dread, well then good luck!
6. I have clothes in my closet that I hold onto in hopes of them someday fitting again. Everyone does this, right?
7. I wear clothes straight out of the laundry basket (or pile on my bedroom floor). Clean, of course. Why waste my time putting them in the drawers when I need them the next day?
8. I am a a terrible friend. I mean, not in the backstabbing, talk behind your back kind of way- I have grown up. I just mean that I am so wrapped up in my own world that I often forget to call or ask about your world. I honestly do not mean to hurt anyone in my thoughtlessness. I truly think that my friends (and most acquaintances), old and new, know that in a time of need I will be there. I really do have good intentions, just poor follow through. I often think, I should call her or maybe we should get our kids together. I just don't think about it at the right times, and then I get wrapped up in my day to day. So, if you think I don't call you because i don't want to, or I'm not friendly enough because I don't want to be friends, it is probably just the opposite!
Is that enough dirty laundry for you? Now that I've laid it all out there I hope that you (my two or three faithful followers) feel better about what makes you real/normal!
And, here are some pics of the beauties I'm so wrapped up in!
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