Confessions of a Real Life Mom
I am overwhelmed with the amount of love I have gotten from this blog! The nice messages, encouragement, etc. have truly made me feel super spesh. Thanks!
Now, I have a serious confession to make...
I am a real person, too!
My boyfriend and family are probably thinking 'well, duh' because they know my flaws, but I've done a really good job of hiding them.
I have a habit of posting my best/favorite meals and leave out the ones that were a total bomb. About once a week, I have a 'super fail' when it comes to cooking and baking. I just get much more excited about the successes, for obvious reasons, and those take priority because my 'blog time' is very limited.
I try to live positively every day, but that doesn't mean every day is fantastic, stress-free, and LOVELY; it just means I make a conscious effort to try to wake up on the right side of the bed. I cannot find the source to save my life (so if you have it, help a sister out), but I read a story about a year ago regarding happiness as a choice; every day when you wake up, you can decide to be in a good mood or to be in a bad mood - I make my best attempts to be in a good mood. By the end of the day, I am sometimes a huge grouch (sorry, Big Steve), but I know the next day I can choose to remain grouchy or be happy.
My promise to you :)...
I promise that I will start posting more 'bloopers.' The last thing I want is to be unrelatable. Afterall, the reason I started this blog was to encourage happy living even though life isn't perfect.
I'll start with today. This morning, I woke up an hour late, did not have time for a shower, and couldn't put any make-up on my eyes because they were (and still are) watering like faucets. In an attempt to get some sort of breakfast for myself, I threw a bagel in the toaster while I was getting Little Steve ready. Moments later, my fire alarm started beeping and I ran in to discover a smoke-filled kitchen. I unplugged the toaster, turned on some fans and decided to give up on breakfast. I was 30 minutes late for work.
One thing I've learned from Big Steve (among many!) is that I need to start laughing at life. My house didn't burn down, which is a good thing, so when I got in the car to head to the babysitter/work, I started laughing like a looney. My laugh made Little Steve laugh, which made my heart mellllllllllllt!
Truth - this is real life. One of my favorite quotes is:
"We may not have it all together, but together we have it all."
I'm just trying to get through the rest of the week with a smile on my face. Rest assured, I am just like you.