My mom made a comment to me the other day about how all the pictures I post of my house make it look so clean and beautiful. She was suggesting that maybe they don't quite paint the REAL picture of how she sees my house when she visits. Ha! So, this morning was a normal morning for me: waiting until 7:30 to wake the girls up for school so that I can have just a few more minutes of alone time and then trying to fit in the following before getting them out the door at 7:55: pick out outfits, help girls get dressed, feed them breakfast, make lunches, look up schedules on the computer, help with hair and teeth brushing, write notes, find a joke to send them to school with and still try to help them make a goal or leave with something positive to think about. And this picture above is pretty much how my kitchen looks once I've closed the door after waving goodbye. The REAL DEAL. Here you go mom. This is why I don't cook...I'm just a trail of open cabinets, unsealed containers, lids off whatever I used, random crap all over the counter from all my multitasking..ridiculous! I'm thinking the vaseline, socks, tape, toys, and brush are things that most people might have on a kitchen counter? Hmmm. At least I had the broom out and ready to clean. This image is kind of similar to what it might feel like being inside my head. But I work well with this. And most of the time I'm rather efficient, thank you very much. To think this kitchen was half clean 15 minutes before the picture was taken. But the kids left smiling, with clean teeth, a kid joke to tell at school and feeling loved. Score. Winner. Now comes the aftermath.
And in addition to my kitchen issue, I just might have some shoe issues. If you're a runner, you will agree that my problem isn't in the amount of shoes I go through. After all, each shoe only has so many miles before one should replace them. My problem might just be the fact that I have such attachment issues with my Brooks shoes and can't bring myself to get rid of them right away. The picture only shows half of them. Good grief. When you spend so much time with a shoe doing something you love so much, your shoe kind of tells a story. I can tell you something about each of these shoes...what I was going through in life, who gave them to me, what race I ran in them, what certain marks are from, etc. But alas, I must get rid of things before our big move so time to make decisions here. And I keep thinking I can squeeze out a few more miles in them. Can you tell what my favorite Brooks shoe is?
1. What is your favorite running shoe? Do you have lots of of old shoes around the house or are you good at recycling them when you get new ones?
2. Would love to see some of your real deal house photos that show your real life...the part that nobody else sees. I think we'd all agree that we are not alone...it is nice to see that others don't always have a Martha Stuart looking home. So, if I get enough of you to send me some REAL DEAL HOME photos, I'll post them all together...come on , snap a picture of your bathroom, bedroom, play room, kitchen, etc....just as it is. Make a girl feel better.
Amanda
