I think one of the hazards (besides child neglect -- totally kidding) of having a blog or
Look how clean her house is. Her kids are always dressed so nice. I bet she never stays in her pajamas all day. Surely she feed her children from all the food groups every meal.
The goal of my blog has always been to document parts of our life. I don't journal. I'm not a scrapbooker. Heck, I can barely keep my kids' baby books updated. So, for me this is kind of a catch-all. My memory stinks and I rarely print pictures, so if it's on here I'll remember. It's my hope that someday my children will be able to
make fun of me get a glimpse of what life was like when they were little. I want them to know that we were happy. Of course, I want them to understand that things were crazy and a little hard at times, but mostly I want them to know that we were happy.
So, I find myself struggling with how much to reveal on this here blog thingamabob. Somedays I feel like sitting the corner and crying with my 3-year-old, other days I loose my temper so quickly I scare myself, and there are the days when my kids eat dry cereal for breakfast, peanut butter and jelly for lunch, and mac & cheese for dinner. I could (and sometimes do) write about those days, but I think it's better for us all if I stick to mainly the touchy-feeling, happy-go-lucky posts. And here's why: I'm an emotional roller-coaster. Always have been, always will be. My feelings come and go as quickly as my toddler's temper tantrums. My emotions change from one minute to the next. If I blog about all those suck-y moments/days then I'll remember them. If I don't blog about them, then I won't. And if I don't have to remember them, then I don't want to. It's as simple as that. What I do want to remember, however, is the chaos, noise, laughter, mess, laundry, smiles, bumped heads, bruises, exhaustion of our life.
Here's my point: Please don't ever be under the impression that I have it all "together." Just because it isn't on my blog, doesn't mean it isn't happening. And to my fellow bloggers that are completely transparent and real -- THANK YOU! I love knowing that I am not alone!
Ok, then. Here's some reality for you.
My child, her unbrushed hair and the disaster of a playroom
See that there? On top of the top bunk? It's my Christmas chaos. Unwrapped presents, bags, bows, wrapping paper.
And this. This is our "entryway." I'm too lazy to hang up all the coats and put away all the shoes. So there they stay.
And my bed. It rarely gets made. If you're wondering...Camden is snuggled up under that blanket.
Another shot of chaos.
Oh, the laundry. *Sigh* Washed and dried. Just waiting for someone to pick it up, carry it upstairs, fold it, and put it away.
There you have it. A big 'ol dose of reality! Wanna share your reality?