My Life is Not Picture Perfect

Proof-
Me: “Go get the camera to take a picture of Mommy.”
DD: “But you’re not wearing pants!”

As I stood in the kitchen prepping green beans I bought in bulk to go to the freezer, I got to thinking…. My life is SO not picture perfect.  I love looking at blogs where beautiful women make beautiful food in their beautiful kitchen with their beautiful pans and beautiful stove… Beautiful.  BEAUTIFUL! lol  Anyway… it’s really almost like being jealous, but I’d like to cling to calling it “wishful thinking”. 

I laughed to myself when thinking about how many blog readers would want to come to MY blog and look at *me* in MY kitchen preparing items… That’s when I decided to be brave.  Very, very brave.  I asked my DD to get the camera.  She scoffed and reminded me I was pantsless.  Yes, it’s true.  I also had snot all over the front of my shirt, hadn’t showered or brushed my hair yet… but by golly, I was prepping those beans!

For those curious, I was trimming them and then plopping them in some boiling water for a few minutes, draining, placing them on cookie sheets to cool, freezing them (flash freezing), and then transferring them to freezer bags to prepare at a later time.  I have something like 20 lbs of them, so I have to do SOMETHING…

Anyway, I decided to go ahead and have her take pictures.  So she did.  She took about 30 and then went off and took other pictures, but I decided to be a brave lady that is willing to bet I’m not the only slacker around the house, crazy woman that can’t shower until the afternoon (and never alone with the door shut), mildly amused at the fact that my kitchen will never look like “those” kitchens.

Here we go.

I’m giving you a warning right now, it ain’t pretty.

You can step away.

No one is making you look at this.

Turn now if you have OCD or are a perfectionist.

Okay, mamas pulling their hair out each day and doing the bare minimum to survive…you still with me?

I hope I haven’t put you into a coma/nap yet…

Here it is:

Notice the piles of items surrounding the stovetop, how old my pans are, the pile of dishes in my sink behind me, how grody I look (including that shirt.. yikes!).

I think it’s cute when people post cleaning challenges or faithfully follow FlyLady.  They clearly don’t have a child like my 3rd child.  He is a tornado… no, let’s make it a Hurricane.  Hurricane Heath.  He blazes through a room and in 3 seconds flat, it is destroyed.  THAT is why I pile things.  THAT is why my floors are always a disaster.  THAT is why I’ve had to learn to be okay with throwing things away if I’m not smart enough to put it up high or quick enough to get it from his grasp (whether that grasp be from his hands or his teeth).

Maybe one day I can have a clean house again… I seem to recall it being QUITE easy when I was pregnant with him.  My others were 2 and 4 at the time… hmmm.

Okay, so spill it.  Am I so gross you won’t come back anymore?  Or are you glad I’m shedding light on the TRUTH of this whole SAHM situation?

Oh and here are a few bonus pics from my budding photographers…

Hurricane Heath himself:

Crazy brother:

Silly Sister: