Ridiculous Jealousy

Listen. Any time I scroll through Instagram, Facebook, and especially Pinterest…I feel my insides melting.

I am a pretty confident person, in my body, my style and who I am in general. But man, going through those online outlets can be debilitating. Just to give you one example, the outfits. Sure, I enjoy looking cute and having decent hair but it is not happening. Maybe by Sunday morning I can wrangle a straightener through my hair and smudge some foundation on my face.

Most days that is not happening and don't even get me started on painted finger and toenails people! Jewelry? Who has the time. Belts? I'm sorry what are those…

Being a stay at home has aimed my wardrobe at comfort level. Working out the past three months and GAINING ten pounds has made wearing clothes even more fun. Sure it may be muscle but I still don't want to buy new clothes.

Then there are the backgrounds of these outfit portraits. What a laugh! Polished wood flooring, clean mirror, beautiful furniture in the background. I have a mirror, covered in fingerprints and dust. It is in my closet full of STUFF.

So getting down to business, I wanted to take a few shots of myself in my outfit today. And as you will see…I was photobombed.

So this real life. I currently have four different mirrors in my closet with a future purpose. Boxes of photos. Baskets of hats. Clothes on clothes. My toes are far from painted. Better yet, it was hot today so you can't see that I sweated in this outfit. Is sweated a word? Hhmmm

Lastly, my sisters enjoy pointing out when I am wearing "mom outfits." Uuuhh I am a mom and so are they? So I am not sure at what point in my motherhood that my outfits became mom outfits.

What is your favorite go to outfit? Am I crazy for thinking that what I see online is unrealistic? Is everyone only showing their best sides? I want to show all sides. Not just my best because quite frankly I have not found my best side yet.

Happy Hump Day!

The Good Ole Days

My father is a wise man. I enjoy hearing his opinions and taking in whatever wisdom he offers. Do I always agree with him? Of course not, but that doesn’t change the way I think about him. He is a father of four kids and a grandfather to eight going on nine kiddos, five and under. Let’s say the man has had some life experience. 

I, like my father, have four children. The days run me over like a MAC truck ramming over a soda can. Many days it is difficult to see the future due to the giant mountain standing right in front of me. The mountains change daily. Spilled blueberry smoothie all over the carpet, poop under your fingernail (insert gagging), or maybe my child’s attitude is appalling. During one of those moments of pure frustration, my dad leans over and says, “just remember…these are the good ole days.” 

In the moment I want to slap his words away from myself. Heck. To. The. No. Sir. Good ole days. Psh. Finally we are home and all children are in their beds sound asleep. I assess the damage of the day and sit down instead of cleaning. I go through photos on my phone and begin to recall the sweet moments from the days. Simple acts of love from my daughter reaching for my hand and holding it. My son making goofy faces to make me laugh or trying to distract my eyes from the mischief he was causing. My oldest girl telling endless made up knock knock jokes and laughing at her jokes that make no sense. 

My children bring me pure, unadaltered joy. They send rage coursing through my entire body. Their kisses on my cheek are overwhelmingly sweet and sticky with snot all at the same time. Their love for me is forgiving and full of grace. 

Being a parent is the hardest and most gratifying life decision I have ever made. I would not change these moments for anything because it is true…I am living in the good ole days.