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I am excited and a little nervous to let you all in on the reality of my home! But, I know that we can all relate to not having things perfect right?
It’s so easy to get bogged down in comparisons. I see it all of the time on Facebook and other social media. Many of my friends only post the nicely decorated furnishings they just purchased, how cute their kids look that day, their son just aced another test, and many other good things. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate those things. I like to share the good as well. But I’ve found myself thinking lately, “Where is their messy kitchen?” “Is their kid always perfect or do they have days where they wonder how the two of them will make it out alive?” or “How is their home so perfectly decorated?”
I sometimes do get myself down when I see the “perfection” of others. Why can’t I be that way? Why can’t my house look like a designer’s or why can’t I seem to ever keep it clean for five minutes?
The reality is, that if we went behind the scenes, the “perfection” would no longer be there. No one is perfect. No one’s kids are perfect. And, as a blogger, I’ve had many fails, taken pictures amidst a mess you would never see, burned who know how many recipes, and had “bad mommy” days where I was the one taking a time out.
With that said, I snapped some pictures of my home this morning to give you an idea of our not so perfect lives. And I love it! Every day is new and I’ve learned to accept that I can’t go to sleep every night with the house sparkling.
First up, my kitchen. I cleaned it twice yesterday. I swept the floor four times and mopped once. I’ve restacked and sorted that pile of mail and preschool work I don’t know how many times. I’ve scrubbed the cabinet doors with no luck. And I still end up with this, a big pile of dishes leftover from meals yesterday and my husband’s stack of tupperware he lugged in from work this week.
Do you like the random ball on the floor? My kids have a trail all over the house!
Next up, our bedroom. It looks pretty clean. The duvet cover has been off since I cleaned it last week. I hate putting that thing on, so it waits on a basket on the other side of the bed, for my husband to put it on. He’s the one who wanted the duvet, so he gets to put it on! Our bedroom is one area of our house we’re not too thrilled with but it’s on our “to do” to get redesigned. Sorry for the picture; I had to use my camera and I was in a hurry because my toddler was getting jealous. He’s such a momma’s boy! It’s hard to take pictures with a screaming two year old.
And here’s our living room. We hate this room! Mostly, because it just needs to be remodeled. We did paint it last year but that’s as far as we got. We’re finally going to just hire a designer to help. I’m honestly not great at interior design, just little projects here and there. And, yes, that’s our Christmas tree. It’s still up!
And finally, something I’m sure many of us can relate to, the mountain of laundry. I just finished the last load yesterday and it’s on my list for today. Who knows if I’ll actually get to it? You know you’re bad at putting clothes away when you’re four year old looks in the laundry room first for his clothes! Our laundry room is also our storage room, a room which houses a ton of stuff for my husband’s grandmother. It is also home to our food storage and emergency stash. You can’t see it, but the other wall has some tall shelves for all of the food. On the floor in front of the shelves are boxes from the last case lot sale and bags of groceries from my shopping trip this week and last that still aren’t put away. It’s on my “I’ll get to it eventually list”!
So, there you are! A little piece of the imperfect me. What I learned not long after having my first baby was how I needed to learn to let go of the need to be perfect. I had grown up striving to be perfect in school and all of my extra-curricular activities. I did the same in college, and I often worried way to much about how others saw me. But, as mothers, we just can’t do it. Somewhere along the way, we all learn that perfection will never come. And that the stack of dishes waiting for us is much less important that the snuggles our little one is asking for. So, the laundry and dishes have learned to wait. They know I’ll find them and take care of them. But first, I’m off to play trains with my boys!
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