Thursday, July 14, 2011

Real Life

A couple of days ago someone came up to me and said "You know, you must have a great life." I looked at this person and said Yeah, I do. But why do you say that I have a great life? This women replied, "You never really complain about your home life. I go to work and hear all these girls complain about money, how messy their house or car our, and how much their life just plain sucks. But, everyday when I come in you might look tired from work, but when I ask you how everything is you always say something good. and when you ask me about my day I tell you about my whole life story and I do the same thing those girls to do me" I was taken back by that. I laughed it off and told her that sometimes people just have bad days and they need to vent and maybe she's the person they go to. But driving home I kept thinking about what she said. Now I know that I complain, trust me if you are close to me, I always have something to say. But I'm glad that I do not show my worries at work. I arrived at home and did my normal routine. When I was about to sit down I thought about this lady and what she said. So I did something about it. So the next day I told her about my blog and said that she should check it out. Because today's blog was about her and what she said.

Life is crazy. We only have 24 hours to do so many things. And every day we add more and more to our to do list, knowing we only have 24 hours. And no, my life is far from perfect. And yes I complain about bills, and how messy my house is(just ask James), etc. But that's life. Back to my beginning post, I did something I took pictures to prove that my life is a real life.

Yes, I let my son eat on the floor and not at the table.
And yes, that is a parenting magazine right next to him.


This is what part of my house looks like by 8pm

My kitchen looks life a family of 12 live here, but sadly it's only 3
and I doesn't even eat "real food"

But I know that within seconds(okay minutes) my house can be picked up

And not look so dirty
 And why don't I care about my how my house looks when Easton is up or worry about bills all because of

HIM


So hopefully this will prove to this lovely lady that my life is just as crazy and I do have the same emotions as her!


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