I originally found this post at 320 Sycamore, which led me to a wonderful site, Whatever.... The author, Meg, puts it out there for all to see that her life is not perfect.
I love these posts where people show us their real life. Not because I get to feel superior, far from it. But it does make me feel better to see that I'm not the only one who doesn't have the perfect house, perfect kids, perfect life.
Especially at this time of year, I get to feeling down about how I just don't have it together enough to make Christmas a memorable one for the boys. I bemoan how I just don't have the time, ingenuity, or energy to create the perfect holiday, complete with decorations perfectly hung and the aroma of sugar cookies in the air. (That's when the little voice that's been drowned out by the others starts to whisper that I should get over it already and focus on the true reason for the season.)
But I digress....
What was I saying? Oh yeah, nobody's perfect. It's not that I think people are lying when they show us their gorgeous homes/kids/crafts, etc. It's just that sometimes I like a little break from all the perfectness.
And I commend Meg for her bravery at showing us pictures of her real, messy, imperfect life.
If I posted pictures of the boys' rooms I think someone would call CPS on me.
Or the Department of Health and Safety.
Or a Haz Mat team.
Anyway, thank you Meg.
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