Here is a snippet of my life these days, in photos. So forgive me for not posting anything inspiring- I am finding it hard to find inspiration when I am dealing with this:
Maybe it’s not that I can’t find inspiration. I can. But the green monster of jealousy takes over and I simply just.can’t.accept.it. Real life is not a photo shoot. Real life is your dog getting into the garbage nearly every day while you are out, sniffing out an old carton of (expired) tomato soup in particular, and eating his little garbage buffet on the white couch. I will spare you the photo of the diaper he got into. Needless to say, today we bought a new rug. I didn’t want people asking who had been murdered recently on it.
I continue to allow my laundry pile to grow, since there are slipcovers to be pre-treated, bathroom mats to be de-blowouted (yes, that *is* a word around these parts), and white shirts to be bleached. I think I have painted the picture for you. And it’s an ugly one.
So, please (please!) share your stories of your reality- Real life doesn’t look like this all the time, right?
But I sure as hell wish it did. A girl can still dream, right?