Setting the Record Straight

During the Christmas holidays, my Sweet Bluebird was interested sick and bored out of her mind, so she started reading my blog.  She got through about four posts before she looked up with an absolutely horrified look on her face.  She said in a tortured voice, "Mom!  Your blog makes you sound nice!  If people read this, they will think you are nice, and you're not!"  Luckily, I knew exactly what she meant, and I had a good laugh over it.

 I have read more than one post lately, with women comparing themselves to others and falling far short.   This is so dangerous for us on so many levels, so I just want to set the record straight.  I am far from perfect.  If I come across as being even remotely put together, I am giving you the wrong image...  I run around chasing after kids, running them here and there, forgetting one here, catching a hockey game there.  Right now, my house looks like a tornado ran through it.  And due to my husbands crazy work schedule, I haven't talked to him while he has been awake since Saturday...  I remember once when the kids were little, I was busy with about a gazillion things, and realized after they were all tucked in bed, I hadn't fed them dinner.  I had a hazy recollection of one of the kids standing on the counter, handing down Oreo's to the littler ones.  Aha!  They fed dinner to themselves.  No worries...


While I am confessing, I should point out,  I am not actually nice.  I am not a bad person, but nice is not a word that people who know me would use to describe me.  Every morning I wake up, I ask God to help me behave that day.  I need all the help I can get...  Seriously...   This is how not nice I am,  my other sister, Rachael has a pool party for the 4th of July.  During one party, a guy I don't even know sat at the edge of the pool in between Libbie and I.  I leaned back, caught her eye, and with a nod of my head, he was in the pool, clothes and all.  Don't even know the guy... I just couldn't resist...Really, so not a nice thing to do,  hilarious, but not nice...

I am so thankful for my kids, and that so far, God has allowed me to raise wonderful kids.  I don't know how, but God does work miracles you know...  I used to think I would never not have four car seats in the back, never get out of diapers, would forever have a Sunday School teacher whispering in my ear that, "she doesn't have any underwear on under her dress."  (thankfully we no longer have that problem...)  They grow up so quickly, I am just thankful for everyday that my kids seem to like one another...

So, if you are feeling a little, well, not perfect, come over and visit me. I have no clue how to make a cup of coffee, but I can make a mean cup of cocoa.  Just know, that God loves you for who you are, you will make it, and try to enjoy it while you can!