It's funny, every time I open our blog I think about how with each post I tend to make our life appear totally put together, like a fantasy life. If one was to judge our character solely from our blog, I'm worried how we may be portrayed. Of course, I did create our blog as a positive place to document our good memories. I wanted a place our children and grandchildren can one day come to read about our day-to-day life. I've recently decided, it's just as {perhaps even more} important to be documenting our life as it is, just as ordinary as the rest.
We are just average people with our share of boring days, bad moods, life stresses, and constant struggles. Life isn't always sunshine and glitter like the moments I tend to highlight here on the blog, and I think it's important to acknowledge that every now and then. With that being said, I'll start by shamefully admitting, I am a yeller. Obviously, this is not something I'm proud of. I've told myself over and over I need to work on this, however, more times than not, I find myself reacting before given the chance to remember the promise I have made. Unfortunately enough, my unacceptable behavior has began to rub off on Drayze. He has his own moments when his temper gets the best of him. He too will sometimes yell when he is upset or doesn't get his way. Hearing myself in the way he speaks and reacts to an aggravating {or any} situation has been a bombshell for me. Beyond any doubt, I have to be better about my reactions and attitude. I don't want my son's inner voice to be a negative one.
While I'm here exposing our dirty laundry, I may as well make it known {if you haven't had the chance to see for yourself} Zac and I really aren't the best of housekeepers. I quite honestly do try to keep up on it. I mean, I do the basic round(s) of clean up each night and make sure the grossest of things are properly taken care of. Nevertheless, chances are you are more likely to find our house a "lived in" mess rather than perfectly put together. [[Like this post here]] For one, I absolutely hate doing the dishes, which results in a constant disgusting pile of them in the sink. Two, I'm also not very fond of laundry. This means my piles upon piles of {sorted} clothes take over Drayze's toy room until someone runs out of clean socks or underwear or until I acquire a rare burst of ambition. For my final excuse, have you seen how tidy a 2 year old is(n't)? I can only pick up so many Hot Wheels, balls and dinosaurs before I loose my mind. We have taught him to clean up after himself, but keep in mind he is two. Quite frequently Drayze and the toys win, taking up the majority if the house.
Because we are just ordinary, mostly boring people, it goes without saying we are very much homebodies. 70% of this is by choice and 30% would be due to lack of entertainment money. Zac works his ass off, and I contribute by working part-time and the occasional little side "jobs" here and there. Though since we are being honest here, we have to admit, if given the choice to be broke and home together or working extra hours on a weekend we're not likely to choose work. Our bills {usually} get paid while the kitchen sits rather bare. We {usually} have enough money to get us by while luxuries are few and far between.
Well. There we have it, a quick little look at our ordinary life. Some of our days may be a broke and boring mess, but I have always said, "When we look back on life we don't remember the amount if money we did/didn't have, if the house needed to be vacuumed that day, or even what kind of crazy mom yelled about all that morning. We remember the loving people who we made the sweet memories with.
Here is to documenting more of the ordinary bits of life, because those are the days we tend to make the best of memories in which unfortunately fade over time.
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| Real life. |
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| I love our simple boy, finding entertainment in paper towel rolls, |
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| Sometimes we eat at the dinner table like your "ideal family" and sometimes we eat on paper plates in front of the TV. |
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| My life. My loves. My happiness. |
