Recently I have seen so many posts about how us bloggers show our "perfect" lives. Posting pictures of our perfectly clean and well dressed children, spotless house, yummy organic/gluten free/paleo/ recipes, and crafty DIY projects. Some weeks while posting my 5 on Friday, I
scream think I want to post my worst moments of the week and vent. Even though my life may look like a complete mess looking in, most days it really does feel close to perfect. Half the time my child is not even wearing a complete outfit, his breakfast is still stuck to his face, my house is a disaster, I can't think of anything to make for dinner, and my DIY projects are just not turning out how I planned.
That same perfect angel is not wearing any pants because he is a ninja on the changing table and escapes before I can even put them back on. Also note he has a red bump on his forehead, he gets a new one almost every day.
See my oh so cute alphabet letters that I made for a friends children for Christmas (this was last Christmas) that got packed and lost in my parents move. I thought I finally had my self together to give them as a "starting" school gift and realized the freaking "A" is missing!
This past weekend we had a little fall craft fest, which was so much fun and our projects turned out so cute! However my "BOO" is incomplete because I purchased "moss" instead of "raffia" and therefore another unfinished DIY project.
These not so perfect moments are just as good sometimes. Plain plastic bowls keep my kid happy. A home cooked meal makes my family come together. The memories of searching through my moms fabrics and making that alphabet while my tiny baby swung in his swing are unforgetable . And our fall craft day may have been 100 + degrees and I may not have had the exact supplies for my project but it was so much fun!
Sometimes in the midst of all the imperfection I just feel so full and thankful.