Sometimes I wake up grumpy, tired, and uninspired.
Sometimes I realize at the last-minute that we’re out of lunch meat and hand him a coupon for Subway on his way out the door.
Sometimes we get ready to go out and play and there are no clean socks…anywhere.
And sometimes she is ornery…out of sorts…inconsolable…like yesterday. She stayed up long past her bedtime the evening before and when the sun rose, nothing was right with her world. Nothing. The “bloggy” thing to say is that the photograph above is depicting our blissful midday picnic in the park and that there is a bowl of fresh, organic, locally grown fruit just outside the frame.
The truth is that after a half hour of tantrums, flailing, and unabashed self-pity, I retreated to the yard in a last-ditch effort to distract her into eating lunch before she passed out for the afternoon. There was no bowl of fresh, organic, locally grown fruit. There was no bliss. And you’d be hard-pressed to even call it a picnic. There were two thrown together sandwiches and a plastic bowl of potato chips. I literally chased her around the yard stuffing cold cheese toast into her mouth while she played, just thankful for a few moments of sanity. When she finally collapsed for her much-needed afternoon nap, I descended into the abyss that is our laundry.
So next time I post a cheery photo with a dreamy recounting of our crafting bliss, remember that there are many ornery, rainy, clean-the-house sort of days thrown in the mix too. You just don’t see pictures of those days because it’s such a mess I can’t find the camera.♥