I love to read other peoples blogs but sometimes it makes me feel inferior. I mean sure I do a lot of craft stuff but there are other moms out there doing the crafty stuff plus saving $$$$$$ by cutting thousands of coupons, making their own cleaning supplies and then actually using them to clean. I'll sweep up my spilled glitter but anything more than that and you're asking an awful lot of me.
Now you might assume by the greatness of this blog that I too am perfect. But do not fear my minions, I am extraordinarily ordinary.
Let's start with my dog training abilities. We recently adopted a 1 year old puppy from the humane society. Her name is Abbi (picture a tiny heart dotting the i). Apparently I forgot to tell her that the top of the kitchen table was off limits. When I discovered her up there, I should have been yelling and freaking out about the germs and what not. Instead I grabbed my camera because I thought all my bloggy friends might find this funny.
If that hasn't convinced you of my imperfections, let me share more. My fourth grader had a friend spend the night. It was my job to get them up very early for their tackle football game. So at 7:30am I burst into the room and yelled in my deepest most masculine voice, "Are you ready for some football?!!" C's friend J was sleeping in the top bunk and bolted upright in shear terror, not quite sure where he even was or why he was being yelled at. My son who is used to my crazy antics didn't even budge. Afraid C's best friend would never want to sleep over again, I promised next time I would wake them up much more gently.
Friday Night: Dog on Table
Saturday: Terrorize C's friend from Catholic school
Sunday: C had another friend come over who had never been in our house before. After the tour the boy turned to me and said "I like your house! It's messy." It's true my house is messy and I wasn't offended by his comment because I could tell he actually liked it. I think he realized this was a house he could play in and have fun in and even get a little messy in without worry. And frankly I would rather be remembered as the mom who creates fun memories than the one who creates spotless countertops.
Here's wishing you an imperfect week!