No Sugar-Coating Here!

This is my Thursday.

Lucy's throwing a temper-tantrum, Piper's cranky, house is a mess, phone hasn't stopped ringing, laundry is piled high, etc. You get it. What am I doing blogging?... you're probably asking yourself.  Well I'm taking a minute to blog to show how utterly un-glamorous a stay-at-home-mom's day can be. It's not all sleeping in, quiet play time, do whatever-I-please with daytime TV playing (if the TV IS on, it's either on Disney, OR a show I want to watch is turned up way too loud in order to block out the sound of screaming children). Anyway, Britt, get to the point. Ok, my point is, I'm tired of people only blogging or facebooking about their seemingly glamorous, perfect lives. Don't get me wrong. I truly love hearing all about the success or blessings of my dear friends and family. I do. I celebrate the good fortunes that come their way and I am genuinely happy for those people whom I love. And obviously, no one wants to be a Negative-Nancy.  It would be depressing if ALL you read about was the terrible misfortunes of our friends' lives (the News supplies us with enough of that!). 

But hear me out: 

Life is not perfect all the time. There are good days and bad days.  There are beautiful moments, and really ugly ones.  The bad stuff really makes you appreciate the good stuff.  I wish people would stop sugar-coating things.  I wish that they'd get on facebook and tell me if their child is having a major melt-down, instead of posting about their perfect child, who is mega-smart, who doesn't spill on his/her clothes, who never throws fits, and who always says please and thank-you.  Or maybe you could be honest and say, "Marriage is great.  But it's not songs, poetry, roses, chocolate and over the top gestures every single day."  Some days, you just get through it.  Some days are memorable because they're full of sweetness.  And some days you wish never happened.  That's reality.  I try not to sugar-coat everything.  My babies throw fits.  They realllllly tick me off some days.  My house isn't always clean.  There are too many days where I don't have time to "stop and smell the roses" because I'm busy scrubbing yogurt out of my carpet, or sweeping up a whole bag of rice spilled on my kitchen floor, or trying to talk to my insurance company while my daughters are screaming their heads off in the background.  Sometimes I worry I won't have quite enough money to pay all of our monthly bills.  Some times I really don't want to stay up til midnight spot bleaching the girls T-shirts, etc. 

But there are also the days when Lucy and Piper smother me with hugs and kisses.  When Lucy tells me she loves me.  When Shawn does bring me home a bouquet of flowers. When Lucy wants to help me unload the dishwasher or vacuum and says "Sank You Mama!"  There are days when she sings off key and I melt.  Days when Shawn says "What can I do to help?" and works his tail off.  There are days when Lu tries to be the best older sister she can be and entertain Piper.  There are moments when my girls make me laugh so hard that I can't breathe and times that I cry those really sweet, happy tears.  The good really does out-weigh the bad.  It's true.  And I really do try, with all my might, to count my many, many blessings daily (that was a lesson I learned the hard way this Summer).  But let's not make everyone feel bad because their lives aren't as good as yours.  Everyone has highs and lows.  Don't be the person who posts about every sweet (and expensive) thing you and your hubby get to do daily, and make it seem like you never argue.  Don't be the person who says their kids are perfect every single day and have never embarrassed you in public.  Don't be the person who tries really hard to make their life LOOK really perfect to the outside world.- IMAGE IS NOT EVERYTHING.  Real people (love-able and relate-able people) have bad days.  It's life.  

I may or may not have time to shower today, but at least you know why.  And you know that I truly, honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Because really, they can throw a major fit, and 4 minutes later their eager to brush Mommy's hair and give you a hug (and then all is forgiven).

I really hope I didn't get lost in translation, people.  I adore you all and am happy for your happiness.  I hope you get my point and that I didn't offend you.  I just want people to be real more often than not :) 

Until Next Time.....