I am a craft blogger. This must mean that my house is super cute and perfectly organized and clean all the time. This must mean my kids are constantly sitting down with my undivided attention to do unique and creative crafts with me. This must mean that everywhere I go I carry my SLR camera with Huge Lens snapping amazing photos of my kids to blow up huge and frame on my gallery wall. Right? Right?
Nope. Well, sometimes. Rarely. Because I AM a blogger and I couldn’t actually post pictures to inspire others if I didn’t do those things sometimes. But most of the time, it’s not true or only about 10% true. If I am posting a picture of a DIY project in a room, there is a good chance that most of the dirty dishes, crumbs on the floor, toys and papers will be shoved out of the way so all you see is the gleaming wood floor and the distressed shutters. And 99% of the time I don’t have the energy/brain space to throw together a super cute themed party for the minutia in my life (such as a Super Bowl party) or even decorate for every.single.holiday on the calendar (DIY this adorable reclaimed wood planter for Arbor Day!) And I have many failed attempts that you never see. I literally laughed out loud for like five minutes when I saw how horrible this Lego Cake turned out. Bwahahahaha! Nailed it!
I like to think of myself as a pretty productive person. Most days I can tidy up the house, have a quick workout, get dinner on the table, get my kids to and from school, and do a little bit of laundry. During the week I usually have a couple social visits, trips to the store, and random errands. And on the days that I don’t, I work on projects for this here blog of mine–and then I post to the blog in the evening. My life is usually a little above ‘Survival Mode.’
But then in the evenings, I go on Instagram–the Place Where You Go To Feel Bad About Yourself. I love Instagram, but I also hate it because of how I feel after. I get to see everyone’s vacations, home projects, blog projects (I follow a lot of bloggers), awesome kid activities, awesome date nights, awesome workouts, awesome everything. I love it when people Instagram real life things–the messes, the hard parts of life. But that’s not very often. Which is so weird because most of the time that’s how my life feels. Lots of hard parts with a few good parts sprinkled in.
Women have always been passive-agressively competitive with each other. It drives me crazy. And yet I sometimes fall prey to doing the same thing. There are occasionally times when I bake a cake with my kids. And then I think, “I’d better document this on Social Media for all to see so as to prove that I can occasionally do something fun and domestic with my kids!” So I post it on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook and then I realize I am joining in on the Life of Lies. At least I hope it’s a life of lies. Because if everyone’s lives are really as awesome as they claim to be on Social Media, I really suck at life.
Of course you don’t want to post the crappy things. And that is why I post to Instagram about twice a week. Do you really want to see the loads of laundry I leave sitting in my living room to be folded at an unknown date? Do you want to see my kids doing something cute with all the mess of my house sitting behind them for all to see? Do you need to know that I pretty much watch TV all evening while sitting on my computer? Didn’t think so. And that is why I suck at life because I can’t even fake like I have a cool life most of the time.
Ahhhh…lack of energy. You know me too well.
Not to sound ungrateful because I am VERY grateful for all that I have. I wouldn’t trade any of it. But I’m calling it like it is: raising young kids is exhausting and hard. And I want to know, really know…does it really get easier? I have my doubts. I think it probably doesn’t get easier, it just gets different. Less tiring, more emotional? Not sure. I know some parents have very difficult teenagers and even adult children. But after the last few weeks of 24/7 screaming tantrums, it would be nice to have some teenagers for a bit. And thus it remains a mystery to me how anyone ever does anything extra. As for me, I will remain living my Life of Lies while telling you all the truth…my life is just as out of control as you always suspected it is. And next time you see a cool post, just rest assured that it took some serious staging to get that beautiful picture and the rest of my house is a war zone.