By Randelynn – Glitter In The Ashes Blog
This post has actually been inspired by one of my friends that I see every Saturday at church who I adore. Everytime she sees me she says, “You always look so put together. ” She has said in passing while joking that it makes her feel bad or that she doesn’t get how I look so put-together with having two kids. I laugh everytime she says this and tell her I will send pictures of what I look like the other 6 days of the week.
Her comment got me thinking though. One goal of mine as I adventure into blogging is to be real. I love to share how cute and awesome my kids are, but I also want to share the gritty stuff. So, I guess you can say this post is me keeping my word!
If you look in this picture you will notice that I am still in my PJ’s holding a coffee cup… at 4:45pm. I’m rocking my Harry Potter shirt (I’m a hufflepuff if you were wondering) with spit up on my shoulder, coffee that I spilled on the front of myself, unwashed hair, my headband is inside out and the coffee I am holding is cold.
Not pictured is my son in his diaper, my daughter who has changed her clothes for the 45th time today and things thrown about. Thrown about I tell you!
This is usually what I’m rocking, although I do go crazy and change up my PJs, you know, to keep things exciting.
I look “put together ” on Saturdays and honestly, I try on Friday’s for date night with my love but he usually gets the unshowered messier version of me. I clean up well because my wonderful husband is home and watches the kids so I can have some time to do my makeup and my hair. I have days where I’d rather take a nap so I go to church in workout clothes.
I am all for keeping it real. At times I look my best but that is not a fair representation of my day-to-day. I just want to encourage everyone who looks at someone and feel they have it all together. More than likely they do NOT. Social media doesn’t do us any favors. I was getting so overwhelmed by all the happy mom photos that I had to text a friend and ask if they ever get frustrated with their kids or am I just awful? She assured me, we all struggle.
One motto I have (sadly, I didn’t know it was a motto until Arwen kept copying me this week and saying it to me). It is this:
“I’m a mess.”
That’s not even talking about my appearance, that’s about how I dropped food everywhere, stubbed my toe, or whatever other thing occurs.
All in all, I love my messy bun, cold coffee, spit covered life (with mascara of course). And you should love your mess too!