Just being real

Sometimes life is just plain hard. There is no way around it. No excuses. No apologies. Life just gets difficult.

There never seems to be a short supply of things to do around here. My husband can attest to my constant worrying about that ever-growing list. He reminds me on a consistent basis that I need to "chill out" and things will get done. I feel like my parents really should have just gone on and made it official that my middle name be "Worry." Its what I do best.

Between two rapidly growing kids, a constantly under foot attention-needing dog, a husband with an ever-changing schedule and the annoyingly continual household chores that just won't go away despite my best efforts to ignore them, life gets busy. I wish I could be that mom that juggles everything seamlessly all while wearing white and putting her makeup on perfectly then blogging about how wonderful her life is and how her children sleep through the night. I'm not her. Really, I'm not even close. Most days I'm lucky to get a chance to put on a little mascara let alone a full face of makeup. I'm being completely honest here. I get discouraged when I see these moms (even friends of mine) that seem to be able to handle it all, husband, kids, house, jobs, life and pull it all off like they barely blinked. Then of course tonight there was Miss USA that the Giant and I watched for all of 5 minutes until I started with the "These girls are younger than I am! Come on!" I now feel old, fat, and completely clueless on how to change either of these.

But, putting Stupid Miss Bikini, I mean Miss USA aside, that is not what this post is about. This is a post just to say "If you are having a hard day, know that you really are doing a great job." Sometimes its just nice knowing that others are getting through life the same way you are, one day at a time. There will always be things to do to keep you busy, but sometimes its more important to sit on your front porch in a rocking chair, hold your baby, and remember that you're life is good and you're doing great. The laundry will get folded, the dishes will get cleaned, your cell phone will ring again later, and missing some news on facebook is not the end all. One day, you're baby won't be a baby anymore so enjoy this little time you've been given just to rock and hold you're angel a while.

That's my two cents on a busy life. But now I've run out of things to say and the pans from dinner can only soak for so long… so I'll stop procrastinating and get to it. :)