I’ve written before about how things aren’t always what they seem.
Yes, I like to keep things real ’round here. Because even though being a lazy mom isn’t really about being lazy, we ALL have our lazy mom moments. Times when out of sheer desperation, exhaustion, a last ditch effort for sanity, or the like, we find ourselves doing a shortcut of sorts to help us get through another day of motherhood.
So in a continuing effort to keep it real on this here blog, I’d like to show you a couple of things that may not be what they seem.
My daughter’s finished birthday plate.
If I had just slapped these pictures up on a blog post and told you all I painted my daughter a birthday plate, you might have thought I wasn’t a lazy mom… but instead a super mom. Because, I mean, it looks like I wasn’t a lazy mom… doesn’t it? (it does, however, look like I’m a bad artist, and on that assumption you’d be totally correct) I mean, I painted her a birthday plate already.
But what you wouldn’t know from looking at these pictures is that it took me three years to finish it.
Now, it didn’t help that the ‘paint your own pottery’ place I started it at went out of business, and that the next closest place to finish it was an hour away, but STILL. It took me three years… three birthdays went by with no plate… actually six if you count the first three years I didn’t even start it… so yeah… no super mom here.
BUT, if I had just posted this picture of the finished birthday plate and told you all I made this plate for my daughter, you all might have ASSUMED I was some sort of super mom. (Um, you would have, right??) And I just couldn’t live with myself if’n I did that.
Now. Look at this picture…
It’s a day at “the beach” with my kids.
(I use the term “beach” loosely… Midwesterners call any strip of sand in front of some water a beach. Cracks me up.)
And if I just showed you this picture one might think I was some amazing mother that took her kids for one last hurrah of summer before school started and that I have my whole life together and I get everything right all the time and birds sing on my shoulder while I smile and wash dishes.
And as much as I would like to tell you that that’s the case… it’s not.
Far from not.
VERY far from not.
Well, okay, not that far.
Maybe it’s just around the block far.
(Okay, three blocks.)
But what you don’t know by looking at our beach picture is that we had to go pick up my daughters finished plate that day, so I decided the night before to make it our one last hurrah of summer, and that because of my last minute planning the kids and I scrambled to get everything together, so I had the oldest make everyone’s breakfast, while the middle made sandwiches to pack for lunch, and we all worked together to get there only to discover that there were rocks all on the bottom of this particular part of Lake Erie and it was a horrible place to swim for our last hurrah of summer.
(And yes, I’m well aware that entire last paragraph was one long run-on sentence. I never said I was perfect at writing either people.)
SO. I say all of that to say this.
Things are not always what they appear. In blog land, on Facebook, on twitter… if someone’s posting something amazing, yeah… it’s probably not that great.