I’ve realized lately that I only tend to write when I’m happy. This bothers me to a certain extent, since I don’t want anyone to ever think that I sugarcoat my life. I certainly don’t want to be one of those mommy bloggers who writes nothing but glowing things about her family and her clean house and her perfect four course meals every night… well, you get the drift. So here’s a snapshot of my reality:
My house is messy. All the time. That comes with two kids, I guess–I can’t seem to conquer the clutter!! I don’t cook every night. Hell, I probably only go to the grocery store once a month -I hate it THAT much, so we’re lucky if there’s even fresh milk in the fridge. I don’t “fulfill my wifely duties” enough (according to my husband). I have difficulty being a consistent discipliner, if that’s even a word. Sometimes I let the kids eat whatever the want in the morning, just as long as they’ll get their butts out of bed. I wear the same things over and over cause I’m just too lazy to really care. I don’t change the sheets every week like I should. (Argh.. I hate that word!!). See… I sound like a total sloth, don’t I?
My life is certainly not a picture perfect world. But on the other side of the coin… .I often don’t want to write when I’m not happy simply because I don’t want to deal with whatever it is that is bothering me. Writing about it means that I will have to analyze it enough to get it out into words, and often that’s just too much work. I’m a classic avoider. I avoid confrontation in any way that I can. When faced with a situation I don’t want to deal with it, I would rather just go to bed. Not so productive/healthy, I know, but at least I can admit it. Admittance is the first step, right?
After reading numerous posts lately by bloggy friends dealing with this issue, I guess I just felt the need to say these things. I kept feeling this little guilty bubble pop up over my head, like in a cartoon, thinking “Are they talking about me??” Lord, I hope not. My life’s not perfect, but it’s mine. And I love it. Messy rooms and all. Hey… at least I don’t do this:
Everyone’s got standards, right??