Conversations with two different friends this week led me to believe that my recent posts have given the impression that I have everything running smoothly at our house and that our days are filled with nothing but cozy reading sessions, happy homeschooling endeavors, and yummy meals and treats. Like one of my favorite bloggers, Melissa Wiley, I like to blog mostly about those times I want to remember and savor when chaos is threatening to destroy my sanity. But in the interest of dispelling any myths about the togetherness of our lives, I’d like to confess a few things:
Velveeta shells and cheese, hot dogs, and cereal are regularly served to the girls for dinner.
We sometimes eat cake for breakfast and very often eat graham crackers with peanut butter and chocolate chips.
Yesterday, I paid M to let C keep a pillow of hers so I wouldn’t have to hear C scream.
Last week, the girls watched the second half of The Incredibles (M doesn’t like the beginning) 8 times in the course of 2 days.
Often by the the time I get around to sweeping the kitchen floor, the pile is too big for our dust buster to handle. I envy friends with dogs who “sweep” for them.
I haven’t seen the surface of my dresser in months.
We haven’t raked a single leaf this fall.
We got a new toilet in August and the old one is still sitting by the basement door waiting to be taken to the dump.
I’ve put off teaching M to tell time so I can put her to bed early and not have her realize it.
One of my closest friend’s first child turned 1 in October and I’ve yet to mail her present though I actually bought it on time.
When it comes to keeping the house clean, making good food, and homeschooling, I can do one of them well, or two of them not as well as I’d like but I have yet to figure out how to do all three.