I didn't think I was going to get another post in before Christmas, but here I am, typing away, attempting to see how long I can procrastinate. I was telling a friend the other day, the material's all there, I just don't have enough time to write about it. I guess I need something like Christmas to really get my motor running.
With little three kids, it is a time in our life that is so messy (literally & figuratively), beautiful, funny, fun, silly, and hard. And yet, there's this need to feel, I don't know...perfect, or at least in control, or have the right whatever (shirt, house, etc.) or be super organized, or always look nice, or seem cool (why?????). And other people appear to have it all together because...social media.
It's all baloney.
And no matter how many times you tell yourself that it's not true, you still kinda believe it. But guess what, the tidy life--that's not the good stuff. Sure it's exciting when you take a trip and no one gets sick or when the kids are quietly working on art projects--yes, those are beautiful moments and we need those moments for sanity's sake. But you know what we are going to talk about 20 years from now when meeting the future daughter-in-law? You are going to tell her the story when your son very loudly announced, "I tinkled in my pants" at the post office during the Christmas rush and you just had to live with it because there was NO WAY you were losing your spot in line. So you just avoided eye contact with all people while your kids ran around like crazy, one with a very obvious wet leg.
Are you watching This Is Us? (if not, you should) Just think of the Thanksgiving episode. The family's entire Thanksgiving tradition was built on a crappy experience.
To this day, my family still brings up the epic diaper situation that went down at a Pizza Hut Book-It party. Which brother was responsible, shall remain a mystery.
No one will care 20 years from now that your house was clean on a Tuesday in December. NO ONE. Enjoy the holidays, friends! xo