the gritty.

I have been out of the blogging "world" for a while now. Mainly because I am so busy, but also because I get so irritated with blogs sometimes (i read a lot of different blogs from mommy blogs to random blogs). Why do we do this? Write stuff and about lives for other people to read. Put things our grandparents wouldn't talk about to their best friends with the doors shut brilliantly glaring for pretty much all the world to view! We don't typically write about the junk - which is nice and somewhat appropriate because let's face it who wants to hear about everyone's problems. I have to confess though that in my recent return to reading blogs I have spent much time grieving my own abilities as a mother and homemaker. I feel like a failure!! It is really no one's fault - just like reading part of a story and not knowing all the gritty that makes up the big picture.

So for you who think you are the only moms who fail...YOU ARE NOT! Here we go...

The gritty of my Life (not all of it, just the stuff i dare actually reveal to the entire world)...

My closet looks like a gigantic tornado ripped through and hung out for a while. (I keep the door shut!)
I threw a sheet over my kid's wet bed and patting it with a sleepy smile, "all ready baby! night night!" (ok, come one you have done that at least ONCE?!)
When my car door opens at the elementary school pick up line things fall out.
I cried the other day because I was just so tired.
Kindergarten makes me feel like i am back in jr high. All the other mom's totally intimidate me.
I have more than one junk drawer. (ok, more than two)
I forgot my son at school the other day. (He was in the office when I got there letting stories about how LONG the grass is in our yard and how he needs to learn to cut it himself if he ever wants to play in the YARD! HA!)
My laundry room often resembles a yard sale.
I yelled at my little boy. (ugh, i hate that so MUCH!!)
I don't home school my children.
I ran a red light.
Sometimes we are all really crabby (the kids and I) on the way to church and then have to ask forgiveness before SMILING our way to Sunday School.
I cannot EVER find matching socks, shoes, or really anything that has a pair.


And a few good things...
I played trains with my three year old, planted seeds with the boys, and sang hymns to my infant.
My two month old smiles non stop. That must mean i smile at him! :)
I LOVE my husband. I LOVE my family. I LOVE my God.
:)