Spillin’ it.

So, my bloggy friend Jen wrote a post this week about real (ahh!) life.

You know, the life where I’m not always the smiling, funny, even-tempered Mom that shows up in my blog?

I try to blog about the good and the bad, but who wants to write

Today I lost my temper, snapped at the kids too much, and didn’t make my bed?

I certainly don’t.

But I will today. Because Jen did. And Christie did. (And I hope you will, too!)

-I am a world class starter. I’ll start the laundry, and the dishes, and the floors. And 3 hours later, I’ll have a huge pile o’ laundry on my bed (waiting to be folded), an empty dishwasher (but a full sink of dirty dishes), and a super clean kitchen floor (while the living room and hallway is spotted with… spots).

-I don’t “properly” make my bed. You know, with fancy grown up pillows. I pull the covers up and am done with it. I have way too much other stuff to do. The last time someone came to see my properly made big girl bed? Never.

-Every once in a while, on my days off, I’ll drop Michael off at school, come home and turn on some cartoons for Jack, and crawl back in bed for an hour.

-I have migraines. Horrible, horrible migraines. They suck. It’s hard to not complain about them in my blog, but it was something that I vowed to not do.

-When Steve is out of town, I often let the boys pick what we have for dinner. Quesadillas, grilled cheese, and peanut butter and jelly usually win. I sneak in a fruit or veggie, though.

-About once every two weeks, I let the boys bring Lunchables to school. It makes me cringe, but it’s the first thing they talk about when they open their eyes that morning.

-Sometimes, when company is coming over, I (only) spray my sinks with bleach and wipe my counters down with granite spray. It never fails that people comment about how clean my house always smells. Crap. I guess this one won’t work anymore, will it?

-Makeup is not part of my morning routine. I often forget to wear it. Oops.

-I count. The kids know to scatter when Mom takes a deep breath and starts counting. The counting is good. I recommend it to any mother with two young boys.

-There is an exercise machine – bought from an infomercial – in the middle of my living room. And that’s not the worst part. Jack – not me – pulled it out of hiding yesterday.

And the requisite picture. A little less flash would have been nice, or a short trip through Picnik, but that wouldn’t be real.

If you were hiding in my computer right now, this is what would be staring back at you.

Don’t scream.

If you decide to show your ‘real’ self in a post, leave me a comment with a link. I would love to read about the real you!

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