While I love taking a peek into their perfectly pictured lives, I cant help but feel sad, jealous and a bit inadequate because my life couldn't be any more different. My home is covered in dog hair, and my decorating skills are non existent. Most days I'm wearing yoga pants or jeans that I cant remember the last time they were washed and sometimes I have to choose whether I'm going to shower, cook, clean, work out or be selfish and take and hour to myself during the coveted nap time. And EJ, sweet little EJ. Her clothes are a tie-died mess that were once splatters of sweet potato and blueberry yogurt. She doesn't wear matching bows in her hair, mostly because I hate them, but really because its stiff from the pineapple juice she wiped in it.
Its hard enough being a wife, mother, sister, friend, co-worker, boss, caregiver, lover, decent human being, than to live up to somebody's idea of perfection. Life is messy, sticky and chaotic. I want this to be a place where you can fit in. Where you can laugh at my half-assed attempt to make mason jar decorations, and share failed baking stories. Lets bond over runny-nosed children who whine all day and are never wearing matching socks. Lets form a sisterhood over that same load of laundry that's been washed 3 times yet still hasn't made its way to the dryer.
Listen to me right now. The baby is napping, forget about the laundry and the 3 foot stack of dishes in the sink. Make yourself a hot cup of coffee, sit your ass down on the couch (I mean REALLY sit on the couch. Not that half-cheek-sit-because-the-child-is-about-to-knock-over-the-bookcase, sit), let out a deep sigh and take a sip. Enjoy your coffee and these few minutes of silence in your messy chaotic world. Tomorrow is another day and those dishes will still be waiting for you. Embrace the mess and have a cup of coffee and a laugh with me.
Throw up Thursday
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