Oh, blog. What am I to do with you? I love writing you, I love reading you, and I know I'll love having you in 40 years to look back on.
But, are you all that interesting? I mean, you're no cjane or nie nie or conversations with a cupcake. You are just a reflection of my mundane, simple life. No frills. No super cool crafting, homemade dresses made from sky blue material out of an awesome vintage 1950's pattern, canning jar after jar of homemade marmalade, pico de gallo, and fruit preserves from the garden I lovingly tended in my backyard. No, none of that. I'd like a little of that. But, how do these perfect women find the time? And they have gallons of kids, for goodness sake! I only have two, and it is constant mommy from wake to sleep (and lots of time during sleep too). Why can't I do anything else? Is it because I don't come from generations of mormon women who baked 15 loaves of bread a day for the men working the farm wilst birthing 15 children? Is this not in my breeding? My grandmother eats out every day of her life, and the last meal she cooked was probably in 1980. She doesn't believe in getting pots and pans dirty, or anything dirty for that matter. Nothing could be worth it. And if she does have to heat up a can of soup one day out of 365, she spends hours afterwards scouring the offending used pot to make sure it looks just as bright and copper-bottomey as it did when she bought it in 1949.
So yeah. Not really the crafting type. You'll not find rooms with piled fabric and disarray in her house.
Anyways. I just wish I could find time to write something on here every night. Heaven knows I find time to do other silly things on the internet. Even if it was two sentences, wouldn't it be great to know and remember these simple days when my children are little? I know I won't be able to remember everything, so a day-to-day journal would be nice.
Just don't guffa if it's not the most earth-shattering bit of information you've ever read.
Really, what is a blog? Is it a place to brag? I'm pretty sure some think so. I mean, come on, you've got 5 kids; keep a spotless house; find time to blog and craft and sew and dance and be romantic with your husband all at the same minute; cook a stupendous meal with pomp and flair to rival a Thanksgiving feast; bake from scratch non-sugar, super healthy, super delicious buttercream (but not really) frosting cupcakes; and make cute notes with your children to leave at your neighbors' door? Really? Don't your kids ever get sick and throw up all day all over your house? Or don't you sometimes not have the grocery's needed for a well-balanced, vegan, ultra-nutricious, five course meal complete with a sparkling juice drink of some kind? Oh, that's right. You sent your husband out to the market riding his bike trailing the children along with him while you tied on your vintage, makes-you-look-super-skinny-and-like-you-never-had-those-five-children apron on. That's right.
So, in a perfect world this person lives. And in my world, this person can eat dog food because I'm not buying it anymore. I've spent many a day in the depths of despair, crying to Adam because I'm not as good as all these girls I read about. And how can I ever be? So from now on, I'm girding up, not letting it get me down, and going to go about conducting my life the way I do. Doing the best I can every day.
Because my children actually get sick sometimes. And we eat meat (gasp!) and sugar (gasp!) and dairy products (gasp!).
And we like it that way.
4 comments:
Ha ha ha! SUCH a great blog. I so feel the same way. You have no idea.
When I joined MySpace in college, I found myself constantly depressed because I looked at people's spaces - their photos of their oh-so-fabulous lives, their pithy comments, their list of favorite bands and movies that I've never even hear of. I actually wrote an article called Myspace Makes me Sad.
Now, in the blog world of the perfect homemakers . . . I feel far less adequate. Or even my non-married friends who have blogs that showcase their creativity and exciting events . . . it just bums me out.
I think everyone feels that way, Olivia. Your blog makes me jealous! You have kids and a house! You have such a sense of humor about your motherhood, without being negative or over-the-top.
Our mothers went to church or neighborhood potlucks, or a Mary Kay party, or a PTA meeting and they compared themselves to other women. Today it takes place online too. Nothing changes.
Oops. That comment was from me, not my husband.
Olivia, I think what we do sometimes is we see every one else at their very best and then compare ourselves at our very worse. We just don't see the others at their worse, but they have those times too. We do this in real life and in blog life too!! I know because I'm guilty of doing that too!! I'm happy to hear you are "girding up"!! I think you are totally awesome, and I love ya!! Hugs!!
Thank you Liv!!! At last, someone has told the truth about all of these ridiculous "perfect" lives. I feel the same way about all of these "perfect" blogs and their creative ways. I think it does come from generations of breeding, and unfortunately, we just don't have it. However, REALLY??? You often wonder how true all of their "bragging" really is??? And, I have yet to meet someone like this. It may look perfect, but they have issues too (at least I would hope so, so we all don't gag right now). I think that you are one of the funniest and wittiest women I have ever met. You have a way of expressing yourself that is so real and hilarious. And not to mention you are gorgeous, and a wonderful mom, wife, and sister. I love you tons and I think your blog is creative and original, because it is yours!
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