More Evidence

I was talking to a friend about blogs and how most people appear to have the perfect, happy-go-lucky lives. To me even hearing their children's poop stories doesn't change my feelings that they have a good, happy family life. But the truth is no one does. We all have things we hide or are ashamed of. No child is smiley all the time and no parent is perfect. No LDS member lives the gospel perfectly and no marriage is all love and roses. So here is my evidence of my imperfect life, starting with the empty fridge. While we've been blessed to buy a house, it has come with great financial sacrifices. Don't worry, we aren't starving but it is a humble reminder to look in the fridge and remember our choice.

I'm not the best parent to my dog's. I tend to lose my patience and yell, even when they've done nothing wrong. They don't get regular baths and their nails have not been clipped for a very, very long time. Ume tends to get mats in her fur and I'm not diligent at brushing them out. I haven't even taken them to the vet for a very long time, probably at least a year. But I sure love them and do my best to give them the attention they deserve.

I do not look pretty without make up or my hair done. This is the evidence of a late morning and I'm still in my pj's. I have a hormone inbalance that makes me break out often and I have a nasty habit (or maybe you should call it a nervous addiction) where I can't leave my "blemishes" alone. It's embarrassing and really does a number on my self esteem. The hormone inbalance has also made it hard or maybe even impossible for me to get pregnant and we have not had any success in 5 years. All I ever wanted to be was a mom. That's probably why your children's poop stories are still so glamorous to me. (However, I'm not looking for sympathy, just sharing evidence of my not so glamorous life).

I'm bad at taking care of my dog's nails as well as my own. I painted my toe nails before Christmas! I haven't done a thing to them since. Yuck!

And of course, my house is never as clean as when you visit it. The laundry piles up in and out of the basket. The sink, mirror, toilet, and bath tub go unclean until I can't stand it any more or I have visitors.

The counter on a regular day is loaded with dirty dishes and piles of mail opened, unopened and bills paid or unpaid. Old grocery receipts and even drips of melted icecream from a week ago. Yuck!

I often leave the dog's ramblings all over the house until it's time to clean. All their toy's stuffing, ripped toilet paper and even cardboard just lie there until I feel like cleaning.

I often find my shoes in a variety of places, by the bed, on the living room floor, by the door, even in the bathroom. I'm really bad at putting them away. The dishes pile up in the sink and I even have a dishwasher. Talk about lazy!

Ah, and the place for romance. It so often holds the evidence of clean laundry and even some dirty laundry. Ever find yourself sniffing clothes to determine their status? That's my room in a nutshell. I always wanted to have a clean organized room where peace and love would be obtained but I can't seem to obtain anything!

and last but not least, the room that we're painting. Part of that explains the chaos but not all of it. Granted we also have little furniture, so many things don't even have a home yet but I'll tell you what, I'm tired of it.

So there you have it. Evidence that life in the King"dom" is not so fairy tale-ish. Our marriage hasn't been the best, my sanity is not always there, my dogs are not always clean, my home is rarely as nice as it "appears" to be. My self esteem usually sits low on the scale and I'm even in counseling. So no worries! You're not alone in this world of chaos and confusion. There's plenty of evidence of that!