Bloggers far too often get caught up posting pictures of their life and home that appear all too perfect. It seems like it is just a big ol’ flag in our faces saying “I’ve got this! and you don’t!”
Scrolling through blogs, instagram (Etc) it is always hard not to compare.
Her outfit – Oh, I wish I had the money to be able to buy even 1/2 of that right now.
Her kids – Lord, are they on tranquilizers? How are they SO calm?!
Her husband – So dashing, must be a real charmer with those frequent flowers.
Her house – is that real?
Well – here at The Thome Home I hope you all have realized that keeping it real is one of our proudest points we try to bring across to all of you.
My oufit – You like? Gap clearance from 4 years ago. My shoes – the soles are glued on. My jewelry? Oh yeah – what jewelry?
My kids? I just handed them a box of glazed doughnuts + a cup of OJ this morning before school. At target this morning I caved in and bought Owen bath tub toys because I had zero mommy patience left after a ten minute trip turned into 45 minutes.
My husband? While he is dashing, we spent 15 minutes yesterday yelling at each other over spilled paint. He shook a can, I didn’t realize it – went to shake it, you get the picture. Pointing fingers, grunting faces and not the picture perfect marriage at times.
My house? Please don’t come over this weekend – We are weeks into trying to finish our kitchen + a few random things we found along the way. Zero kitchen to cook in … things everywhere. Our house, well… see for yourself.
Our kitchen table is packed with junk. Our fireplace front was ripped off last weekend, wanting to expose more brick, then unfortunately forgotten about.
The play area is just that. I’ve given up on cleaning up throughout the day —
The dining room. OH Boy. Would you like a piece of toast with a cup of tea? It’s on the floor — help yourself.
And these crazy rascals of mine have managed so far this morning to stain our new living room rug – eat the majority of snacks in our pantry, and need a bath by 1:00. All of which has led me to lead them to the couches, turn on Home Alone for the 8th time these week and try to get back to work, so someday I can tell you all that I have it together.
Today, I don’t. Tomorrow will be the same … and you know what?