I have to constantly remind myself that peoples' blog lives are just a glimpse of their real lives.
Cause nobody lives a perfect life all of the time.
Lives filled with finished renovated benches.
And snow covered barns outside your window, while you sit in front of a fireplace sipping organic tea.
And perfectly knitted sweaters.
And family dinners where everyone is happy and eating their vegetables.
And the perfect thrifted find, that fits, just so, into a room.
The best we can hope for are moments of perfection.
Moments where you realize that all is good.
For example, take this picture.
What you see:
A smiling girl
while playing go fish
with her mommy.
Such a perfect moment.
What you don't see:
the 17 arguments we have already had, mostly about whining
the laundry sitting in the corner
the kitten leaving puncture wounds in our legs
the fact she is still in her jammies and I am stressed cause we have to leave in like 15 minutes for school
the disasterous state of our kitchen
the pile of toys littering the living room
the (alarmingly large) dust bunnies in the corner
my mind, going a million miles and hour with the 26 things I need to do in the 2.5 hours she is in school
the argument we had about eating something green for lunch.
But mommy! I don't like edamame.
Don't get me wrong.
I love to read about peoples lives.
And all the wonderful things in them.
I am amazed at the creativity and love that is out there.
And, I'm not gonna lie,
I have not a creative bone in my body.
However, I find that I like reading best about the everyday things.
What breakfast looks like.
What messes others deal with.
What the inside of a minivan looks like.
(and under no circumstances am I ever showing you the inside of my car.)
There are women out there I have never met who I send Christmas cards to.
Women who, I am convinced, would be dear friends if we lived close.
I love that.
I love the blog world.
And all it has taught me.