It’s not the first time I’ve heard it… it was probably the fourth or fifth… but recently someone told me she was envious of my perfect life.
“Your kids always look great, you look beautiful, and I don’t get how you manage to blog with two kids at home! I wish I had it together like you.”
Compliments like this make me uncomfortable because I am far from having it all together.
I’m a stressed out anxious mess who eats candy for dinner and cries when her kids aren’t looking.
I worry way too much and sometimes care too little.
My house is never completely clean, fast food is what I feed my toddler when I’m feeling lazy, and I only wash my hair twice a week.
I take 100 pictures before I choose one to post online, I let my daughter watch too much tv, and I have a short temper.
I talk too much when I’m nervous and always reveal more than I should when I’m worried the person I’m chatting with is losing interest in our conversation.
When we are going to have company, I’m really good at hiding the clutter and cleaning quickly – whoever said you can’t polish a turd has never met me.
I’m insecure, never exercise, and harbor horrible eating habits.
Even if my girls are dressed in matching adorable outfits and my hair is curled just right – I am not perfect. I’m not even close to perfect. I’m just really good at hiding the truth.
Good Moms
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