Had a little time this morning to catch up on some blog reading. As I am
scrolling reading through the 200+ blogs I for some reason follow, I noticed a common trend in post. Everyone is wearing oh so cute outfits, perfectly put together, with their perfect kids, beautifully homecooked meals on the table and cuter than can be animals.
Wow, is this how life really is? Because if it is, I am way off the mark on this!Instead of your hooker heels, I have on my beat up Chucks.
Instead of designer jeans, my are torn in all the right places. Not because I paid for them to be, but because I have worn them to death.
Instead of your over priced, no reason in hell to pay that much for a Berkin bag, I am carrying the bag I got in Chicago at a street fair for five dollars.
Instead of flawless, sunkissed hair flowing down my back, I have three different colors and have been contemplating going back to my original color so that I can have purple hair again.
Instead of my kids all dolled up, posing in such a cute manner. I sent mine to school without showers and wearing wrinkled clothes that have been shoved deep into the hamper because we are too busy to fold them.
Instead of a perfect home cooked meal waiting on the table for my children, we ate cereal, a frozen burrito and a hot link for dinner.
Instead of wearing beautiful, patterend tights or stockings, I have on two different socks, in different colors that belong to my daughter.
Instead of my kids waking up to a warm breakfast, one left this morning with no food, the other, cereal in a cup.
Instead of wearing beautiful Stella and Dot bracelets, I am wearing the awesome bangle I got at the Iranian $1 store.
Instead of paying for a five dollar coffee at Starbucks, I am drinking a two dollar coffee from 7-11.
Instead of cheering my daughter on at her game, I went running.
Instead of being a 20 something, crazy in love with my new husband, I am a 40 something, crazy and living apart from my husband.
Instead of being so concerned about my appearance and others, I am happy.