Comparing yourself to other is really easy to do. I do it when I read other blogs and watch ‘reality’ shows sometimes. You know those women who have a spotless house, gourmet food at every meal, are impeccibly dressed with perfectly primped kids and are effortless thin and creative with the perfect house and marriage? Yeah those are the ones that get me.
Then I remember that people only share what they want to. When you’re only sharing a small portion of your life, it’s a lot easier to portray it in an ideal way. I try to be real here but I’m just as guilty as the next. Let’s remove a little bit of the sugar here.
- Sometimes I’d rather sit on the couch, watch TV and eat pizza while drinking a beer with Josh and Ella than workout.
- Once I talk myself into actually working out, I never regret it. I always feel better after a sweat session unless it included a disappointing run. Then I’m just grumpy for the rest of the day.
- I often indulge in that pizza and beer as a reward for my workout. I don’t care if it negates my workout, sometimes I need it. Dessert is also a must, every day and yes, I do gain weight when I eat crap. It usually shows up on my thighs.
- Speaking of indulging, Lent is the only time I can make myself avoid sweets. If I eat say that piece of chocolate I crave after I committed to giving it up for Lent, I actually feel really guilty. Catholic guilt, it’s powerful I tell ya.
- I always feel a little bit guilty about a slew of things from not being there enough for Ella and not spending enough QT with Josh to doing things for myself.
- I make Ella’s purees for daycare. I know it’d be so much easier to just buy the jars at the store, but I told my friends and family I was going to make her food, so now I feel like I have to or I’d be a fake. It is comforting knowing exactly what’s in it and how fresh it is though.
- My house is
oftenusually a mess, my hair in a ponytail and my clothes wrinkled. I’ll wear the same jeans until they’re so stretched out they are falling off before I wash them and Ella wears the same jammies until something gets on them.
- The only time I put Ella in certain clothes is when we’re going to see friends and family. Yeah, that sweet little sweater and jeans, they don’t see the light of day until such outings.
There is nothing groundbreaking here and I could keep listing things that aren’t the sweet picture of perfection. Trying to seem like you have it all is exhausting. There is no such thing as the perfect life, the perfect wife or the perfect mother. My life isn’t perfect. I do what I can to keep myself and my family happy and healthy.