Truth, Beauty

I live a really beautiful life. I have a sweet husband, gorgeous, inspiring children, a wonderful home, lots of yummy food to eat, a drive to be creative, a yoga class I love, supportive family, and great friends. 

But my life is also far from perfect. My husband is gone on business a LOT. My children kind of drive me crazy some days. We have issues with our rental home all the time. Many types of food make me seriously sick. I have a lot of design (and other) work to do from home that can often be stressful. I have to miss yoga for things like illness, a busy schedule, or general exhaustedness. My family lives far, far away. And I rarely get to spend time with friends because their lives echo my own.

But I am no less grateful for the life I live. I feel like I've tried to keep it pretty real on this blog. I don't think I paint a shiny, endlessly happy existence where I am just exuding perfection and joy. I know there are blogs out there that do that. And lately it's been a topic of conversation that those blogs are making it harder for the rest of us who trudge through a difficult day here and there. I do know that when I have great days filled with beauty, I definitely want to document them. Instagram has been awesome for that. It is wonderful to scroll through those shots and see how much beauty there really is going on in my life. But check Instagram today and you'll see things are getting a little messy. And when it comes to blogging, I have no interest in painting a false picture of my life. (Note: I think for me it's more about the small miracles that happen every day, especially when things seem to be going wrong. I don't think it's really about a good day vs. a bad day. It's rarely just one or the other. And a lot of it has to do with my outlook on things. Except for when Wes has been gone for a week. Then all bets are off...)

As a response to a particularly lively chat going on in the blogosphere and on Facebook, I thought I would post about my day TODAY. Just for kicks. :)

First of all, Wes is out of town. Again. On a really great job shooting a PetSmart commercial. So that is a blessing. But I am here holding down the fort. More like the fort is holding me hostage. The kids whirl around me in a fit of fights and fancy, loving and hating each other very dramatically when Wes is away. They feel the imbalance, and take it out on each other, and on me. But sometimes that's just the way life is. Plus I've been feeling a little under the weather, which is not a surprise for me. I have small ailments everyday. I've learned to live with them. Most of the time they aren't that bad. But sometimes it makes me unmotivated to DO anything, which is the part that's problematic. The laundry piles up. The dishes don't get washed. 

We all have days like this! But when we post about them on our blogs, we tend to get sympathy comments. Sometimes I don't need sympathy, I just want to post about how my day went. Empathy is fine ("I hear ya, sister!"), but I really hate feeling like someone's feeling bad for me. Because there is just no reason for it! Remember: beautiful life, not perfect life. That's A-OK.

So in the spirit of things, I've provided a stunning photo exposé on how things are progressing at the Johnson household on day 5 of Wes being gone:

Just look at the color and texture on this dining room table. It's collage at its finest.

Master Bedroom in Low Light, by Finn and Maya

 

A true culinary masterpiece.

Maya's creative space to brainstorm and experiment. (She's been experimenting for a week...)

Fashion is at least folded!

And FINALLY one clean room in the house! The media room. It's in the basement. It's cold. No one goes down there, so it stays clean. This is where I breathe a sigh of relief at 8:30pm every night. 

How's your day shaping up? Any small successes? Big ones? Post them! Day going downhill fast? Tell us about it. But only if you have time and energy, of course. ;) 

Keeping it Real: Play Date Disclaimer

There is something that all first-timers at my house should know: I am a cleaning freak (not to be confused with clean freak). As in I freak out if I have to clean when I am not in the mood to clean. Therefore you will likely encounter some less-than-savory situations at our house on any given occasion. Here is just a sampling of what you might expect to see when you come and stay for longer than a few minutes:

• Stickers on my floor. Your home may not be adorned with these well-trodden, impossible to remove accessories on every wood surface. But our home boasts many. We just can't seem to avoid it. You'll probably find a scattering of offenders dating back to 2010.

• The absolute LAST THING on my list of priorities is my baseboards. For shame, you say. But that's the truth of it. So just avert your eyes.

• I sweep things under my rug. I do. And every time I do it, I think of the age-old saying. But I still do it. Not often, and not big things. Mostly coins and smallish mysteries that refuse to get sucked up by the vacuum that I am too lazy to pick up. I'll get 'em when we move, right ladies? Right? ...

• I assure you my bathroom floor is clean. I know the original 1920's tile says otherwise. But believe me. It's clean. I spend an inordinate amount of time steam cleaning it in hopes that some of that grime will eventually lift off, to no avail. Good thing the tile's gray to begin with.

• I don't care if you see dishes in my sink. But for your benefit, I try to limit it to just a few, preferably used the same day, and only on one side of the sink. Hey, I like to make things nice for my guests.

• Pledge cleans WAY more things than you'd think. If you walk in the door and smell that signature lemony goodness, consider yourself special.

• I bribe my kids to clean up their toys. Then I vacuum. If they aren't taking the bribe that day, my vacuum job may be spotty at best (or the canister might just suck up the toys, depending on my mood).

• Please don't feel like you need to clean up before leaving. Unless it's minutes to bedtime, chances are my kids are going to trash the place again before I can bat an eye. So just get out while you can.

• If you are coming with your small and/or crawling baby, my floors will be mopped. (Come on. I'm not an idiot...)

• When all else fails in a play date, I am not above resorting to the TV. And I let my kids have treats when friends come over. Some of those will contain sugar. If you prefer to bring your own snacks, I will not be offended.

• Not all of my toys are made in the USA, all-wooden, educational wonder toys. You'll probably find some MacDonald's gems in the toy box. But we have a pretty good selection across the board. Did I mention we have three pirate ships? I think those alone make up for the dollar bin specials.

• If your child dumps an entire bag of goldfish on my floor and then crushes them with their tiny, sweaty toes, I am NOT going to freak out. I'll grab the dust buster and then we can go back to talking about summer sandals and preschool prices. But please don't play the "I am SO sorry" game. Honestly, my kids would probably just eat them up off the floor before I had a chance to clean them up, anyway.

• Maya will, in all likelihood, remove her pull-up and deposit it right in your path 5 seconds before you ring the doorbell, as she strips naked and commences a scream fest while she empties the laundry bin in search of a tutu. I may have just spent an hour or so prepping for the play date, cleaning up messes, and making snacks. But it will all be dashed by Maya's efforts to create the illusion of utter chaos. Just remember that it's her fault. Not mine. thankyouverymuch

I wish I was a wizard. Because then I would have a wand. And a house elf. Until then, I will continue to find animal crackers and decapitated Lego guys nesting in my couch. Now who wants to come play?!