Okay, so sometimes when I post ideas or creative projects (like yesterday), I second-guess myself. I start worrying that people will think that I think (got that?) that they think (okay, enough already!!!) that I have everything under control. That I have a pair of craft scissors in one hand and a whisk and a recipe book in the other. That my life is tidy, happy, and perfect.
Boy, do I have you people fooled. *cue scary laughter*
I admit, I do like being creative. I have these ideas all the time, popping into my head, and disturbing important events...like sweeping and vacuuming and picking up.
So, today, I want to keep it real. Here is the price my family pays for my creativity. Let me warn you, it's not pretty. You may never be able to look at me the same again.
My kids and I might be in the kitchen rolling out pierogies or cutting out tiny purple paper cupcakes for birthday invitations...
But, HERE is what my house looks like in the mean-time.
(I'm only showing you 1 room. I can't bear to show any more.) Oh, and I feel the overwhelming need to tell you that I took this picture in the morning. YES, Mom, I PROMISE I make up my bed every. single. day. Pinkie promise.
I know you're cringing over the disaster of a bedroom. When we got home Sunday night, I had a tree to decorate, so I just dropped all the bags tidily along the perimeter of the room. I hope you notice the nice little walkway. (I'm just trying to rescue the tiniest scrap of self-respect here.)
I hope you also notice something else. Does anybody else think the gravity-defying pants are funny? Do you see them?
Here, I'll zoom in:
NOOO! They're not MY pants. They belong to a certain daughter. But, they do make me GIGGLE. The Gravity-Defying Pants. These pants are crying out, "HURRY!!! Leave us right here. You go do something more important. We'll be right here when you get done."
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? I guess neither do the pants...
