Wondering why the silence over here this week? Well, the week’s not going great. 3 out of 5 of us have been hit by a horrible stomach bug, all the dehydration made my milk supply drop, the laundry situation is dire, I had to cancel the first dentist appointment I scheduled in 3ish years (I know, I know, all my teeth are going to fall out!) as well as get togethers with an out-of-town friend and dinner plans, and I’m fighting a losing battle at getting us ready to go on vacation this weekend. Oh, and the ceiling fan in our room starting smelling weird. The last time one of our ceiling fans smelled like that, it started smoking and I had to call the fire department so…..this bodes well.
I try to keep things encouraging and positive over here because those are the parts of motherhood that I like to focus on. But after receiving a few comments to the effect of “I wish I could always have a rosy perspective like you!” and after reading a few thought-provoking posts about the effects of blogs (like Simcha’s) or how Instagram and Pinterest can make users feel that everyone else has beautiful, organized lives, I want to be sure that I’m balancing things out with a big dose of reality. I would hate to think that what I post with the intent to be uplifting is actually discouraging someone out there.
So let’s take a little tour around my house today:
Hello living room! This was a few hours ago. It looks way worse now.
I took a picture of the cluttered kitchen instead of the sticky dining room table in effort not to gross you out too much.
This was taken before Benjamin threw up all over his bed and I wrapped all the bedding up and dumped it in the middle of the hallway.
Benjamin and Lucy watching Monster’s Inc for the millionth time this week because when I’m sick my parenting skills are nil.
And in case you’re thinking, “Yes, well, everything’s messy because they have the stomach flu…what does her house look like on a good day?” The answer is: about like this. So, I hope that makes you feel better about your housekeeping skills.
But you know what I posted on instagram? Instead of evidence of my messy, germy house, I posted this photo:
Not because I don’t want people to know I have a messy house, but because this is what I want to remember from this week. The sweetness of this baby. Her beautiful blue eyes. Her unbelievable hair. And the way she feels all warm and perfect when she’s snuggled close to my chest.
I printed out a bunch of instagrams a few weeks ago to display in our house (and of course I haven’t actually done that yet because I’m the least crafty person ever) and when I was looking through these little snippets of our life, I was just struck by the beauty of it all: my kids smiles, the bounty from our garden, my son’s eyelashes, my daughter’s sweetness. Isn’t that what really makes up our life? And what will I choose to remember from this week? All the vomit I cleaned up? Or that Benjamin wrote a song about how much he loves Baby Gwen and learned to collect the eggs all by himself without cracking them. Will I remember that Lucy was whining for me to hold her when I was too weak to pick her up? Or that she made us all laugh with her silly antics and how I’m in love with the way her eyes are turning from hazel to a beautiful honey brown?
How does blog reading and social media affect you? I’d like to hear you share in the comments. I’m not a huge fan of Pinterest. I’m not sure why, I just don’t find it very enticing. Maybe because I’m so bad at anything crafty/designy? I really enjoy Instagram and FB and feel completely lost on Twitter. I can be found all of those places and follow me if you like, but don’t be fooled into thinking life isn’t full of chaos and dirty diapers and piles of unfolded laundry over here. I’ll try to keep it real. Let me instagram that photo of my movie-watching kids in my messy bedroom right now…