Reality
A "friend" of mine asked me the other day if I wasn't blogging as much as I used to because I didn't have anything fabulous to share.
As if that is what my blog is. To share with other people my PERFECT world. My PERFECT hubby, my PERFECT hair, my PERFECT kids and their PERFECT outfits that match our PERFECT pottery barn style house. With all of our PERFECT vacations and our PERFECT new things,..............PASHAW!!!!
To be honest, I was a bit annoyed with her. Maybe that is why she blogs, and maybe that is why a lot of women blog, but if she ever read MY blog, she would know that isn't me, or what this blog is.
My reality is I haven't been blogging as much because my computer got a virus and we couldn't afford to pay someone to fix it, so it took my hubby some time to figure out how to get it off!
My reality is my house is usually a mess, my kids will forget to brush their teeth unless I ask them too, and my hubby knows just how to drive me crazy.
My reality is I can't afford anything from Pottery Barn,, my hair,.............it's fake,..........extensions. And the last family vacation we went on was for my Mother in Law's funeral.
My reality is I spent last weekend at the hospital with one of my kiddo's because he had a severe asthma attack and it scared me to death. My reality is I want a new pair of boots, but I have to pay for pre-school next week.
My reality is my hubby is self employed,......in the construction field,...... and it's winter!
My reality is we rent our home. We own older used cars, and we haven't had a date night in ages.
I won't say my kids are the smartest, the cutest or the best behaved. The same goes for me and the hubster.
I like to create, I like to be inspired, I like to live.
That is why I blog.
My reality is I am doing the best I can to keep this little family of mine healthy, happy and grounded.
My reality is we stayed in bed, all cuddled up together and watched a movie until noon today.
My reality is I fall in love with my hubby over and over again when he makes me a mug of his famous secret hot chocolate.
My reality is when my house is a mess it drives me CRAZY, but I try to let it go so I can sit at the dining room table and have a "who can draw a volcano" contest with the kids.
My reality is simple.
My reality is true.
My reality is FAR from perfect.
My reality sends me to my knees in prayer for help and in thanks!
My reality is mine!
11 comments:
I love your reality! Everyone in the world should have the same type. I try to keep my life real and in the now, and I pray everyday that I can remember that if everything was perfect life would be sooooo dull and boring! My reality today, I got kicked by an ass....literaly, my mule kicked me in the elbow, stomach and leg. I guess she was having a bad day! I'm fine, but life should never be dull! And that's for real!
I LOVE you Heather! Thank you for keeping it real. xoxoxo
Beautiful. Wish I knew you in real life :) You're my kinda people.
BRILLIANT post! Love it! Hope to see you soon! ;-)
After reading that, thank you.. It is more about living and loving our lives and families.. very refreshing -- your children are lucky to have you as their mom! -- Have a wonderful Holiday weekend - Mallory
Your reality rings true for many of us--me included.
I have to say you sound like an amzaing mother and your family is beautiful.....inside and out!!
Ahhh, reality.
My reality, it is.....
WHAT IT IS!
I think the raw, honest, heartfelt way you blog about your reality, is "perfect".
Thanks for keeping it real, Love ya, just the way you are.
if you weren't my daughter-in-laws sister i would adopt you...what wonderful way you and Holli have of expressing yourselves...I love you both and cannot believe how lucky your parents are to have two most beautiful (inside and out) woman to call their own...love Dianna
Very well put Heather. I would say that your reality is most peoples - some just don't want to admit to it. You're a great girl with a lot to offer both your family and those around you. Love you, Michele (Jamie's Mom)
So beautifully written.
And, it may not be perfect to most, but I bet it's perfect or pretty darn close to you and your family!
Wait a minute, your hair is fake? I'm not sure we can be sisters any more. hee hee
I guess that's the great thing about reality, sometimes it's wonderful and sometimes not so much. The not so much helps me to appreciate the wonderful even more.
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