I've been feeling irritated as of late. Like I just can't keep it all together. Perhaps it's The Boy who has come down with his 989th cold of the season. Perhaps it's the dreary weather we've been having. Maybe it's our own lack of daily rhythm since we've returned back from vacation.
You see, here's the thing Internet. As much as I would like to portray myself to the world as a Super Mom, I'm simply not able to keep up. I'd like to don my cape and fight wayward laundry and dirty dishes all the while creating a charming craft, keep my Etsy store stocked and create a nutritious and healthy meal from scratch for my family each evening. But this is my truth:
And there's more where that came from. Photos I'm not willing to share yet, lest you feel the need to contact CPS about the state of my dirty home. Laundry unwashed. Floors unswept. Beds not made. And don't even get me started on the garage.
And here's a secret. Sometimes, when I need to take a picture for my blog - I simply move the mess from one spot to another. You know. To give the appearance of a spotlessly clean space!
Fellow bloggers, I'm in need of some support. And maybe even a little truth telling of your own. Are your homes really as neat and tidy as you portray them? Do you really bake that bread every day from scratch? Is your craft area neatly organized and labeled? Do you truly make your beds every. single. day?
Because I don't. And I'm feeling the guilt of a stay at home mama who doesn't really have it all together. Breakfast this morning? A sliced pear, Crystal Lite, and left over Mac and Cheese. There. I said it. I did not make pancakes, french toast, or steel cut oats for breakfast today.
I'll still use this space to journal all the beautiful things in my home, my family, my life. I don't need a daily visual reminder of the chaos that all too often resides in my kitchen or laundry room on the internet. When I'm old and gray (actually I'm already gray) I'll want to be able to use this space and focus on all the things I got right. The crafts, the love, the trips, the memory making, the attachment parenting. But I'm feeling a little raw today. A little undone by those dishes sitting in my sink and my own lack of motivation to wash them. I'd rather sit on the couch with The Boy and read.