I’m sorry, but how is it Monday already? This weekend flew. While we did manage to clean out the garage so that both cars are back inside, we did not accomplish much else around the house. We tore up the to-do list and played with the kids. We spent hours outside pitching, catching, batting, and running. Both kids have taken a liking to baseball and so we enjoyed the beautiful weather and played. And we played a lot. And you know what? It was both refreshing and invigorating. And instead of being up tight about what I wasn’t getting done on the inside of the house, I was fully aware of what I was accomplishing outside. This got me thinking. From the outside looking in, it could appear that a blogging house is perfect, or near perfect. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Do I have a head swimming with ideas and do I like to share them? Yes. Do I love to decorate and enjoy making our home comfortable? Yes. But we are a real family and I am a busy mama who spends the majority of the day making sure my children and relationships come first. So I thought I would confess 10 naked truths about the blogger behind the blog.
ONE | My laundry is always all over our upstairs hallway. I can’t avoid it. I do two loads a day and sometimes I fold it. Sometimes I don’t. And regardless of how on top of it I am, it sits outside the laundry room in some state of incompleteness every. single. day. It drives me bananas and I have not figured out a solution.
TWO | There are always piles on my stairs. Always. I wrote an essay about Pile Blindness a few years back. Four years ago, to be exact. See, I am convinced that men and children suffer from Pile Blindness and no one seems to want to seek treatment. They can’t be helped unless they admit they have a problem. See where I am going with this? I am screwed.
THREE | I despise grocery shopping. The only time it goes well is if I have meal planned. I avoid grocery shopping like the plague. So much so that I am ashamed to admit Amazon Fresh and Blue Apron have been employed a few times around here. I need to get over it and get friendly with my local grocer. I just don’t like it.
FOUR | I have some sort of undiagnosed ADD. I really believe that. I can barely sit still to watch a TV program. When I do, I may be looking at the TV, but you bet your bottom dollar I am either staring at how the lines of the chair across the room play off of the symmetry of the banister or I am plotting and planning my next room renovation. Or I am going over my lengthy to-do list for the next day. This drives my husband insane. He, like most men, is quite capable of unplugging and being in the moment. I have a brain that does not like to unwind. I wish it did. The only time it seems to is on date nights and that is one more reason why those are crucial.
FIVE | I let green stems that I have cut from my garden stay in their vases much past their freshness date. Like to the point where my son will say, “Why do we have dead plants in here?” Yes, son, why do we? Oh, because your mom can’t stand messes but has no problem with dead greenery. It’s just weird. Of course once it’s pointed out, I do toss them. Rest assured.
SIX | My email count is somewhere around 10,000. Or so I thought. I was having lunch with my girl Danielle Oakey and she saw my text count was 30. She asked if it bugged me and I said, “Nope.” I followed it up with, yeah, I think I have like 10,000 emails in my account. She looked down at my phone and saw the number count next to the mailbox icon. “No, actually you have 27,873 emails.” Indeed I do. Pretty embarrassing. But here is the deal, I am afraid I will delete something I need down the road. Then there is the fact that email is my nemesis. Organizing it, that it. If there is an email hotline to help people like me, I should probably call it.
SEVEN | I have failed in the photo album department. This one actually makes me really sad. I was so on the ball with creating an annual Shutterfly album for our family. We have over nine of them. But the last one I created was for 2012. Ugh. I am so behind and at this point I am not sure I can catch up. Not cool. I think I blame this one on blogging. I deal with heaps and heaps of photos on a daily basis and the last thing I want to do is sort through more and create a photo album. Having said that, those albums are priceless to us and I need to get back on the ball.
EIGHT | I am a bit clueless with technology. While I can edit photos and blog like nobody’s business, don’t ask me to do anything else. A spreadsheet? Not a chance. Well, I can do anything if I have my IT guy next to me. I blame my husband for my ineptitude. He is more than happy to help me with my technical issues and I am more than happy to bat my eye lashes and say, “Honey, can you help me?”
NINE | I need food. All the time. If I am not fed, I get really cranky. Like super cranky. My husband’s go-to line now when I start sporting an attitude is, “How about we talk after you eat something.” Smart man. While our children were young and I had the baby bag filled with snacks for the kids, he would secretly slip snacks in it for me, too. It is what it is!
TEN | I cannot go to bed if the living room pillows are not fluffed and karate chopped. The rest of the house may be a mess, but I need my living room to be picked up and lovely so that when I come down stairs in the morning it greets me with a big, “Hello, let’s have a great day” type of look. I can’t be the only one who does this, right? I mean, I am sure there is some obsessive compulsive thing going on, but drinking hot coffee in a visually clean room is just so much better.
I adore my blog. I adore my readers. I adore the outlet this blog affords me. So while I may be messy, behind on daily tasks, and technologically challenged, I will happily accept all of that if it means I get to keep blogging. Bottom line, our home cleans up well for photos and at the heart of it, I am efficient and organized when it comes to many things, certainly not all. But let’s face it, life is messy and disheveled. And at the end of the day, it’s what’s happening within our family dynamic that is most important to me. Paramount, really. It’s playing Clue, dancing to Taylor Swift, cooking together or playing family baseball that makes our world turn. None of this life is picture perfect, but it’s ours. And that makes it perfect.
Care to share a truth about you? Let’s hear it? I would love to know I am not the only crazy one around here.