I work in an office where a certain level of fanciness is generally expected. I admire those whose outfits are coordinated, whose eyebrows are waxed in a timely manner, and whose sweaters do not have holes in them (note to self- learn to sew and schedule that waxing appointment)
I try to cook yummy and healthy (and different) meals for my little family. I admire anyone (truly anyone) who can do this without tears (because they weren’t paying attention and accidentally boiled and curdled the sauce- yuck) and a trip to taco bell.
I try to live healthily and work out and run. I admire (and I’m kind of in awe of) anyone who can wake up in the morning to work out/run when I just can’t get this sleepy bum out of bed. I’ll start again tomorrow.
When hubband fell in love, he fell in love with a mess.
I feel like I’m on some kind of crazy roller coaster ride that I don’t necessarily remember getting in line for, but at least my hair is clean (I think so at least).
My life is a crazy mess. But, with that crazy mess comes a husband, a family, and close friends, who never have to question my love for them.
Because of that crazy mess, we’re blessed to be able to go to England/Germany for the summer, and hubband gets to see his dad, who he misses like crazy.
So ladies, let’s toast our plastic cups of wine (dishes tonight, I swear) to not having it all together [or any of it really]
But definitely, having it all.