So I was talking with Amber today and I asked her if she thought I should try to be a better blogger or just give up all together. I told her that I just wasn't sure if I could get away with being myself in such a public forum. You see I am a shy extrovert. I really am a shiny happy person most of the time. But I am also a far from perfect person trying my best but often falling short. There are definitely days where where the only "shiny" thing about me is the slimy, slick smear of boogers on my shoulder left behind by a sick child. I am ok with this. It is who I am.
Some days I feel like wonder woman. I manage to wrangle my big kids to all of their various drop off points, get something done in our home, play with my little kids, make something crafty, remember to pick up the big kids, and make a dinner. But there are other days too. The ones where it takes all my strength to get the bigs out the door, driving in my polkadotted jammie bottoms and a sweater, hair slicked back in a pony tail. When I get home I am met with dishes, and messy floors, and piles of things begging to be gotten around to. Crying whining little ones who want nothing but to be held and no time to stop and hold them. Deadlines looming and feeling as if there is simply not enough of me to go around. Ending the day in the same pair of jammies that it started in.
As I wander the internet looking for inspiration I am sometimes overwhelmed at what seem to be perfect women, leading perfect lives. I walk away feeling like I just don't measure up and there is so much more I should be doing. Instead of feeling inspired, I feel defeated. I am sure this is not the intended result. I think this is just something that women are susceptible to.
I don't want to leave the impression that I have a perfect life and that I am somehow more put together than anyone else. It simply isn't true! I do however have a pretty great life. A messy, non-stop, noisy life. I love what I do, I love who I do it for. And I want to be able to share that. But for me I need to be real. So mixed in with the good will be the ugly. Reports of the super woman days as well as those oh so crappy others.
And for the record, I managed to make it out of my jammies today but now that I think about it they do sound rather inviting.
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mrsnigby
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I just discovered your blog from Wendy Smedley's blog...I think. You know how it is: you surf through from blog to blog and then can't remember how you got there! Anyway, this particular post caught my eye. I know you don't know me but I often feel the same way when I post on my own little blog and I think we need to give ourselves permission to not be superwoman all the time and let that hang out a bit when we share our thoughts. After all, isn't that what's so appealing about blogging: the relief of sharing your ups and downs without judgment but just to air our thoughts and feel that the burdens of life are just a bit lighter for having done so? Your blog is what you want it to be so keep on sharing, even if it has been a jammie pants day instead of a superwoman day :)