Becoming a family of four has been both exciting and challenging. My biggest adjustment has been letting go of perfection. In the blogging world it’s hard not to get caught up in the photos of perfect homes, with perfect children, with perfect crafts and perfect recipes and cleanliness that makes the colour white look dingy. It’s pretty easy to feel, well, less than perfect.
I have been driving myself crazy with tasks to stay on top of the “mess”. Meanwhile, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I am quickly finding out that cleaning and caring for two children do not coexist in the same realm of reality. So, I’ve been letting go… bit by bit.
The perfection found on blogs is deceiving because it is the person behind the camera to chooses which photo to display. They choose which words to write and which story to share. They control what the reader sees.
I’m guilty of it. I admit I’ve taken a picture of my daughter and realized there was a mess in the background. I would remove the mess and then retake the picture.
I can’t be perfect, you can’t be perfect. Only God Himself is perfect. However, what better therapy than to take a moment and share my household “imperfections” with you.This blogger shows what her house is really like. #imperfection Click To Tweet
I give you Exhibit A… bike hanging off of the deck.
The bike as you can see has a large rock in the basket.
Oldest child drives said bike off the deck and the bike gets stuck. Bystanders reported that the bike stayed this way for almost two weeks.
One day the bike finally tipped over onto the sidewalk and had to be moved. Who knows how long the bike would have stayed there if it wouldn’t have fallen onto the sidewalk?
Exhibit B… the junk drawer that overflows onto the counter above it.
Notice the Kleenex box precariously balanced on the alarm clock? This is a “clean” day, as there’s only one glass of water on my bedside table (usually there’s at least 2).
And how about that stack of books and magazines? Too much time or too little time to read? What do you think?
Exhibit D… the disorderly play kitchen.
One of my most popular blog postings was on how my husband and I made this kitchen. This is what it looks like 97% of the time.
Yes, one of the many “cute” moments when child #1 colours self while mom is busy making supper, caring for child #2, or in this case, talking on the phone with Grandma.
Now this is multi-tasking and not in the way you think! A cup of coffee and the application of makeup helps a busy mom feel human.
Unfortunately the hubby is grossed out by this (especially when the cup of coffee is half finished and left on the counter for the rest of the day… and the evening… and the following morning…).
At least the laundry is in the hamper! Don’t you just love the way the lid is propped on top? Like it’s going to “hide” the fact that laundry hasn’t been done for a while?
So that’s it… my imperfect home. It’s times like this I’m glad my grandmother doesn’t have Internet access. I think she would faint after realizing I aired my dirty laundry in public *BARUMP-CHA!* (Yes, that was my feeble attempt at humour).