I'm all about being honest. I've written plenty of times about the hot mess I often am in this whole mommin' thing. How my house is almost always messy. Laundry rarely, if ever gets put away, and my bed? Is never, ever, made. EVER. Oh, and about how rarely I shower. Because it's true.
Pregnancy has made this all so much worse for me lately. Just feeling so terrible, and having no real desire to do anything other than sleep, rest, or...vomit. You know? Motivation level sinks.
So today I'm confessing I don't have it all together. I never do. And I'm okay with that.
My kitchen table....right now? Looks like this:
What? You don't keep a can of whipped cream handy? Quit judging me :)
Oh, and that stuff behind my laptop? All clutter. Things that need to find a home and have been sitting there for weeks. I know. Just sign me up for hoarders already.
Oh, if you noticed, those are a bag of Shockers candy. My craving, yo. My friend Gina mailed me some because I cannot find any around here. She rocks.
Kitchen floor always, always, always has toys on it. I trip and stub my toe on a daily basis. We have no playroom, and our 'living area' is only a small living room & kitchen. Hence, why toys are everywhere. Or because I don't find cleaning up during the day even a battle worth fighting. Before bedtime? Sure. But during the day? Why bother.
Somehow in this house the banisters have become hangers for everything. And it's a horrible habit and makes it look messy all the time. But let's be honest, it's SO MUCH EASIER to just hang things there.
While running around and snapping pics I peeked under the living room ottoman and found random mega blocks, an old dead laptop, a curdled sippy cup of milk (UGH), and crunched up cheez-its. I didn't take a picture because it was too hard to properly portray the yuck. But? I'll still tell you all about it. Feel lucky.
My bedroom is a mess. The bed is never made. The covers are never tucked properly. The floor is strewn with random crap that most likely my toddler helped put there. And the pretty dresser top is still overflowing with Christmas gifts that need to be put away. Christmas was almost a month ago.
Pizza from Friday is still sitting, unedible, in a box on the counter in the kitchen.
Masses and masses of laundry is down in the basement, folded (thanks to my husband), but will likely never get put away (because I suck at that).
Today, it's unlikely that I'll shower, even though I'm a day overdue because during the (ridiculously short) naptimes my kid takes these days, I'd rather lay down, too. I can never nap, unless pregnant. Ever. If I'm pregnant? I'm pretty much a nap champion. So I'll likely remain dirty.
And? The only reason I shave my legs these days is because we have swim class once a week. Without that? I'd be a hairy beast until the spring. That may or may not be based on facts from the past. Lucky for my husband we're doing swim.
Alright. I think you get the picture by now. We don't have it all together. I don't have it all together. But we have loved, well-adapted, happy children, yea?
So it's all good.