Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Instaguilt

Hopefully by now you guys know how imperfect I am. I've mentioned several times that my life isn't all rainbows and sunshine, my house isn't perfectly curated, my kids aren't perfectly behaved, yadda yadda.

I've been seeing this trend on Instagram lately where women (and only women < -- there's something there) are feeling anxiety, worry, guilt (tons of that, actually) that their lives don't compare to someone else's perfect little Instagram squares. They are feeling like they're just not enough.

Let's be honest here. EVERYONE does it. Everyone stages pictures or shares the beautifully captured moments. Maybe your lighting isn't great or the kids are a little blurry but we all do it. Once in awhile we might throw in a "real" picture of our messy lives but for the most part, we like to filter what we show of our lives to the world.

Why?

Because when your child is in the middle of a temper tantrum, it is monumentally bad parenting to whip out your phone and share a picture of them screaming on social media instead of dealing with it.

Because when your sink is full of dirty dishes, you know you should be getting off your phone (and your butt) and doing them but you don't feel like it.

Because when you actually clean the entire house, it's 8 pm and there's not enough daylight to get a good picture and by the time there is daylight, there will also be tiny people undoing everything you just did.

Because sometimes when your kids are reading quietly and your home is clean and you have a minute to rest, you want to be in the moment and enjoy it instead of running to your phone to snap a picture.

Are you seeing my point here?

Don't feel pressure to be fake. There's a reason we only share the beautiful, inspiring pictures and it's okay. The problem is using Instagram as a ruler to measure your own worth. Yes I went back and bolded and underlined that because it IS a problem. We should be able to look at these pictures and see the beauty in other people's lives and be happy for them.

Imagine that. Be happy for a complete stranger who looks like she has it all together. Who knows? Maybe she does. Maybe her life really is that perfect. Good for her! Seriously! Not like in a sarcastic way.

Because, guess what? I pretty much guarantee NO ONE in your home is judging the mother/wife you are by looking at Instagram pictures. They are seeing who you are day to day. Let it be messy. Let it be beautiful. Let your kids and husband see someone who is real, who relies on the Lord for strength, who faces each day (sometimes each moment) with grace.

Let them see how much work it takes to clean up after them, to cook for them, to care for them. Let them see how peaceful and relaxing a clean home can be. Let them see how fun and spontaneous playtime can be. Let them see real life.

Gosh that was so inspiring, I feel like I need to needlepoint it on a pillow or something.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Is pregnancy for you?

I am definitely not pregnant (as far as I know anyway). But it really seems like practically everyone I know is either pregnant or just had a baby. I actually feel left out that I'm not also growing a human so I thought I'd compile a list. 

Is pregnancy for you?

Do you hate sleeping all the way through the night uninterrupted? Would you rather be able to shift your sleeping position all night long?

Do you feel like you just don't get to empty your bladder enough? Miss spending quality time with the porcelain throne?

Do you think your stomach/butt/thighs look too boring? Would you rather see cool stripes/claw marks stretched across them?

Are you tired of losing weight? Do you wish you could gain and gain and gain weight for almost a year and never get rid of it?

Are you tired of your clothes fitting too well? Wish you could wear leggings and mumus more often?

Do you ever wish you could laugh so hard that you start crying and then that turns into a full on emotional sob fest?

Do you ever wish you could just cry for no reason at all?

Do you wish you could have the craziest dreams of your life that will terrify you to your very core?

Are you tired of loving all food? Do you wish that some things would just make you sick at the very smell?

Speaking of smells, do you want random smells to consume your being so much that if you don't get away from them, they'll cause you to see your breakfast again in reverse?

Do you sometimes feel that your muscles aren't cramping enough?

Do you hate the sight of your feet and wish there would be something to block them from your view?

Are you comfortable with waddling? 

Do you think that sometimes standing and sitting are tasks that are just too simple? Do you need something to complicate these small tasks and make them a challenge?

Are you ready to have your life consumed by the sweetest little soul that will melt your heart?



If you answered yes to any of the above questions, then pregnancy is the answer for you! 


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Secret to Weightloss

Guys. I've discovered the secret of weight loss. I know, right? Somebody cue the fireworks and hip-hip hooray because this is big.

Except it's not big. It's so simple.

A few weeks ago I was talking to another mom from church who has 5 kids. She looks great so, of course, I asked her what she does. She got her tip from another mom who has 6 kids and looks even better than she does (according to her). So here it is...

Every time you go to the bathroom, you do 15 lunges.

That's it.

Takes a few minutes and since most people use the toilet a few times a day, you're actually getting more of a workout in than you think.

After the first few times on the first day, I was like NO MORE WATER. My thighs were burning and I was holding it because I dreaded having to do the lunges. But after the first few days, it got a bit easier (even though it still burned).

It's been 3 weeks now and I can definitely feel things firming up from the waist down (which is the part that was the most *ahem* soft to begin with). I wasn't super consistent the second week but started again the third week and it's crazy how this little thing can actually be doing something for you!

So there's my tip. You'll probably be cursing me the first few days but in a few weeks when your buns are steel, you'll thank me.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Life choices and sanity

Guys. Tell me I'm not crazy.

I got white covers for our Karlstad love seat. 

(Here's where you tell me I'm not crazy, it's the best decision I've ever made.)

We scored the love seat plus a matching footstool on Craigslist for $100. I know, right? The guy felt bad because he had posted it was a sofa when it was in fact the smaller love seat. He dropped the price and threw in the footstool and I was sold. I figured I'd just buy a new set of covers since they were only $40 at IKEA. Well, correction, the white covers were only $40. 
I texted my college roommate who has the same white sofa (and 2 boys) to see how they hold up. I got the thumbs up and decided to take the plunge. Brian rolled his eyes but he knew I wanted to replace the covers and when I told him it was a $100 price difference to match our dark gray sofa, he acquiesced. And yes, before I even finished putting the white covers on, Maddie threw up on it. It scrubbed right off with a wipe so I'm not crazy, right?

Here's the pic I would post on Instagram if I knew how to do Instagram right

P.S. I made that dark gray pillow cover by folding the pillow case that came with our duvet and stuffing a pillow inside. The easiest, laziest DIY I've ever done.

And here's real life. Welcome to the uglier side of Instagram. 


Friday, July 24, 2015

A Friday Rambling List

Is it just me or does everyone else spend every day of summer with their hair up in a bun? I've tried different hair styles, but this hot weather makes me not want to have hot, thick hair on my sweaty neck so it always ends up in a bun.

So much to the point that I think my babies wouldn't recognize me if I wore my hair down. I did Heidi braids yesterday (which you would know if you followed me on Instagram) and by the end of the day, my hair ended up in a top bun.

Thankfully, top buns are so in style right now.

Right?

Anyone?

Okay, so it's just me then?

Let's forget I said anything... and have a Friday list!
  • It was a rough week. I remember thinking "This is the longest week of my life." on Tuesday. Tuesday. Morning to be exact. Wednesday rolled around and things started to look up and then it was Thursday which I basically treat as a pre-Friday and good gracious, I'm so glad the weekend is finally here. 
  • It could be that I'm counting down the days until Brian's stay-cation. He's taking a few weeks off for family visiting and to work on the house. I'm super excited to say the least. The girls are so excited too. They've been celebrating all week by not taking naps. It's great. So much fun.
  • I've been in the mood to crochet. Not sure why 100 degree weather makes me want to have a lapful of yarn, but it did. The girls wanted to crochet too. Allie unrolled a whole ball of yarn while Maddie grabbed handfuls and stuffed it into her mouth. Again, so much fun. 
  • Do you ever feel like you're the only mom who has kids that are constantly trying to sabotage her? I mean, I LOVE my girls. They are the BEST, they make me laugh and they are so fun. But it's like they plot to not sleep at the same time. They plan to have meltdowns at the same time. Like "Hey, Allie is screaming and crying. That looks like a good idea. I better do it too, even though I have no idea what I'm screaming and crying about. Oh look! Mom is crying too! SO. MUCH. FUN."
  • I think I might be delirious from the lack of sleep/overload of toddlers. 
  • It's been a long week. Somebody get me a bowl of ice cream, stat.
  • T.G.I.F. am I right?

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

10 reasons why I'm using Instagram wrong

Since I've decided to not be a lurker anymore, (yes I'm still on this) I've started discovering new Instagram accounts. The more I see, the more I realize I'm using it totally wrong.

10 reasons why I'm using Instagram wrong 
1. I use it to document pictures of my kids. Except they're not dressed like models wearing the latest European simplistic line of vintage clothing. They're basically walking Old Navy ads. Seriously ON, where is my check?
2. I don't take pictures of my food in all stages. Not prepping it. Not cooking it. Not eating it. Also our dinner prep doesn't really look pretty. Ever. I mean, how pretty can refried beans be?
3. I don't show people my house. Granted, I use it to update my friends and family with our renovation happenings but the lighting is always terrible and since we're barely in what can be called the beginning stages of decorating, it just looks sad and bleak.
4. I don't have a green thumb. Bonus points if you have a fiddle leaf fig. Pretty sure that's a requirement, actually.
5. I don't take pictures of coffee. Not at home or at a coffee house. And Starbucks doesn't count, you uncultured swine! It must be a hipster coffee place that no one has ever heard of except anyone who is anyone! Bonus points if you get a fancy drink where they make designs in the foam or whatever it is that's at the top. 
6. I don't take selfies. I did once and made this weird puckering face and that is exactly why I don't take selfies. Bonus points if you're looking to the side or down at your feet in the pic. Super artsy. 
7. I don't take enough pictures of my bed or my kids sleeping. This is kind of the same as #3 but to be fair, my kids usually sleep in a dark cave so it's rare to get a picture of them sleeping that doesn't look like a gray, grainy square. Also, my kids don't sleep. {Insert maniacal laugh that turns into a sob here}
8. I don't use it to take pictures of what I'm wearing or have other people take pictures of me. But the only ones around to take pictures are Allie and Maddie and I'm laughing to myself now just thinking about how non-artsy those pictures would be. 
9. I don't use it to take cool pictures of architecture. Sorry, Target is pretty much the extent of my outings and they're not really known for their fancy architecture. 
10. I don't show my DIY projects. I'm assuming you have to actually be doing a project for the results to be shown and since I have a bunch of half finished projects.... Do you see where I'm going here?

I'm not mocking people who take pictures like this. In fact, I wish I could! But let's just say I can add "photographer" to the list of things I cannot do coupled with the fact that I'm not as cool as you might think. I know. Shocker. 

Monday, July 20, 2015

Dinosaurs and toddlers

I've been having some weird nightmares about dinosaurs lately. I think it's because we watched a trailer for Jurassic World and suddenly I'm dreaming that I'm on an island in Costa Rica having to run from Supertricloceratops Rex. I mean, I always survive because I'm the main character in my dream and you can't just die in dreams. Haven't you seen Inception? If you haven't, DO IT NOW. Seriously though you'll get to the end and then MIND BLOWN.

What I'm saying is, do you think there's some meaning to this dream? Do the dinosaurs represent my old age and that I'm subconsciously terrified of it? Or does it signify that I'm going to be faced with a life or death situation soon that I'm going to have to survive with only a Swiss Army knife and some cargo shorts? (That is actually what happened in my dream by the way. I mean, I've never been one to read into dreams but these have occurred twice in the past week so I'm thinking there's gotta be something there.

Oh wait. There is.

See, I've been woken up at 5 am every morning by a bunch of toddlers. Ok, so then the dinosaurs must represent the toddlers and this must be my life or death situation. Got it. Thanks for the heads up, brain.