I love to read blogs about real life, but I just hate it when I feel like my life stinks when I finish reading. I want to be inspired and encouraged, but sometimes…I like to read about the rough stuff. Some writers make their “world” seem so perfect. So neat and clean and spectacular.
I want to know that other people stumble and fall flat on their faces just like I do.
I want to know that their kids and husband drive them nuts sometimes. I want to know that they don’t always have a picture perfect home, and sometimes wish they could throw up their hands and say I quit! I want to know that they get up in the morning, look in the mirror, and wonder what happened!…I want to it to be real…and sometimes real is ugly…and funny…and depressing.
I was subscribed to a few blogs that were beautiful…but made me feel rotten. I hate feeling rotten.
I’m not a perfect wife. I’m not a perfect Mom. I get mad and blow my stack. I don’t feel like running into the kitchen throwing daisies and fluttering around in my apron while cooking supper. Supper usually gives me a headache. I’d much rather load everyone up and go out…but that’s not often possible, because of money…or the lack thereof. Not saying this is a good thing about me…just a true thing. I want my house to always be spotless and all the laundry done. I want to “want” to make my family healthy home cooked meals everyday, and can and freeze and preserve. I want the bills to be paid on time. I want all my flowerbeds weeded and the dogs bathed and brushed.
Lets just say…I’m working on it.
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