Confession....
I don't tend to be the "open book" type. Sure, everyone knows I like to read. Most people know I enjoy writing, a few people know that I like to draw.. But I don't blog my daily feelings, or update facebook status with pictures of my dinner on a regular basis. I prefer a conversation in person, rather than over the phone. I don't do phone calls.
My husband tells me that my facebook newsfeed looks like it got hacked by advertisement groups. My taste in "good articles" fluctuates from ScaryMomma blogger, to the Canary Party, and generally lands on the Paleo Mom.
I'm not huge on taking selfies but I can tap the share button like nobody's business..
My husband and I are coming up on anniversary #7. Since we've been married, my husband has been mistaken for a professional singer, and a model, on more than one occasion. He's just that good looking. And I'm just that lucky! (on a separate note: back of ladies! He's already taken, so stop hitting on him.) |
Being a mom is tough stuff..
Seriously, if anyone ever tells you motherhood is all rainbows and butterflies, its because they aren't giving you the rough and muddy details of the rain and rather ugly metamorphism involved before the beauty becomes noticeable. Sleepless nights, formally white walls, dirty floors, and stinky diapers do not a pretty rainbow make. But tight hugs, sweet kisses, and "i love you's" can give you happy butterflies, way deep down and make you forget the mud on the laundry room floor, for a few seconds anyways.
Whoever said the days are long, but the years are short. They knew what they were talking about. My mind is a jumbled mess and I can't keep my thoughts straight longer than it takes to do the dishes. Half the time I can't even call my kids by their right names, but that doesn't ever seem to make them hug me any less.
Some days I feel like its all too much, and other days, I feel like time is going by all too fast. Its a slippery slope, this living life thing. But when I take a moment to soak in the butterfly kisses and pictures of rainbows drawn by little hands, its well worth the journey.
Whoever said the days are long, but the years are short. They knew what they were talking about. My mind is a jumbled mess and I can't keep my thoughts straight longer than it takes to do the dishes. Half the time I can't even call my kids by their right names, but that doesn't ever seem to make them hug me any less.
Some days I feel like its all too much, and other days, I feel like time is going by all too fast. Its a slippery slope, this living life thing. But when I take a moment to soak in the butterfly kisses and pictures of rainbows drawn by little hands, its well worth the journey.
Do you find my posts a little chaotic? Welcome to my mind.