I do it ALL.
I have a big family: 5 kids ages 6, 5, 3 1/2, 2 & 8 months
I work out of my home and run a successful business
I am active in my church
I try to spend time with each child individually every day
I help my kids with their homework
I try to teach them manners and ethics and respect for self and others
I support my husband and love him with my whole heart.
I try to do the above as much as possible in front of my kids and verbally to others so that I can uplift him in that way.
I have a huge heart and try to help others often
I try to listen and be there for others
I do my best to provide a warm, inviting, welcoming home for my family and friends.
I wash pile after pile of laundry: sort, wash, dry, fold and put away. Almost daily.
I attend school full time working toward a Masters in Elementary Education
Yep. That's right. I'm pretty spectacular, right?
Let me share with you the WHOLE story. Because when I say I do it ALL....I really mean I do IT ALL!
I also stress. Every single day. About anything and everything.
I daily cross the line from healthy concern to obsessive compulsive whether it's about my home or other people.
I analyze and over analyze everything said to me.
I worry every night about a tragedy in my family and how I would possibly go on.
I fret that I will never graduate and I will drown in my school responsibilities.
I snap at my kids on a daily basis.
I'm not always kind to my husband and often take him for granted.
I'm the suckiest daughter on the planet because I can go months (and have) without so much as a phone call to my parents.
I have certain expectations of people because I think people will think and react like me.
I get disappointed when people don't think, act and react like I do/would.
I am the very definition of snap judgment and hair trigger temper.
I throw things when I get mad.
I have a trucker mouth when I drive.
I lose it sometimes with my kids. I mean--lose it.
I don't always shower every day.
I pick pick pick on my husband about his quirky little idiosyncrasies that annoy the buh-jeezis out of me.
I think the most awful things about people sometimes for absolutely no reason. They could be a complete stranger or my best friend.
This post grew out of one of my hair trigger annoyances.
I grow so tired of reading blog posts and status updates and tweets about the mom who "does it all." The 520 dozen cookies baked, crafts completed, places visited, charities helped, friends lunched with, pounds lost, items sewn, diy projects completed flawlessly, careers mastered, infants potty trained, 1 year olds reading, etc etc etc... You can almost see the words being wrapped up with a ribbon by singing blue birds.
And I feel all hateful just reading it...especially if I know the person and understand that this is just a picture they are painting for others.
But I guess we're all guilty of that at times, right?
I know I even fall into one or more of those categories with blog posts and status updates I myself have posted.
But I'm over it.
I ain't perfect.
Faaaaaaaaaaar from it.
And I'm just gonna stand up here and let you know that.
So, if I slip up and post something along those lines and or gag inducing, and you want to give me a sound punch to the face, please forgive me the indiscretion and remember this post.
I'm flawed. Enormously so.
If I were fabric, I wouldn't be the brand new, crisp bolt that just arrived in the store. I am the remnant up front marked down for half off. My edges are cut all crooked and may be slightly fraying.
But instead of calling it ruined, I'll call it character. ;)