Why was Kid 1 wearing shorts in cold weather?
She wore shorts because she was in the kitchen drinking coffee, comfy and warm, and I dragged her to the back yard to model the shawl for me for about a minute. 🙂
Is there anything you can’t do?? Seriously!?
Ilona, you are this uber tea connoisseur, chef extraordinaire, knitting freak, research guru and writing goddess… you save puppies, deserve mum of the year accolades, and still find time to keep your legion of fans happy on the speaking circuit and online!
It’s rather intimidating! Develop a flaw, so the rest of us mere mortals don’t appear so lacking in comparison! 🤣🤣Rebecca
So let’s talk about this a little bit. What you see on this blog is a small slice of my life, carefully curated and chosen for the maximum entertainment value.
A few days ago, Gordon opened the garage door and a red eared slider ran into it. This turtle saw a human and ran toward him. Its shell was broken at the edges. It looked like something gnawed on it. It had parasites. Flies laid eggs inside the broken shell and maggots were swarming. We put him into a spare terrarium, called Kid 2, who dropped everything, drove down to San Marcos, picked up the turtle, and took him to wild life rescue. They accepted it and are cautiously optimistic about its chances.
You didn’t get the pictures of the turtle because Gordon still can’t get the image of swarming maggots out of his head. That slice of real life was too ugly for the blog. Yesterday Kid 2 came over and cried in the living room, because someone she knew died. That didn’t make it to the blog either.
What you see online, on the blogs, on Instagram, on Twitter, is not the complete picture. Sure, I finished a shawl, but I have a sweater in the craft room which has 1/2 of a sleeve and I will likely never finish it. And yes, I’m a good cook, but we’ve been ordering out a lot in the past couple of weeks because we are on a deadline, so instead of yummy dinners, we get Firehouse Subs.
There are empty bags in my bedroom on the side of my bed. I’ve been meaning to throw them away or put them up for months now. I will have to do it today now that I wrote about it. I just never gotten to them. Why? It would take a grand total of 5 minutes.
The point is, I am a real person with loads of flaws. I’m not a perfect mother, not a perfect wife, not a perfect friend, and if you piss me off, I can be a horrible bitch. Never let yourself feel inadequate because of what you see online. Never put anyone on a pedestal just because they appear to have an orderly life and their house seems perfect on Instagram.
My work desk down in the office is pristine. I’m typing this from our study, where Gordon and I play computer games. This is what my desk here looks like.
Life is messy. That’s okay. We all do the best we can.