But then I got home and found my three children on their stomachs with the yard stick trying to retrieve Peyton's cellphone from under the stove. Well, pieces of it, anyway. It seems a certain three year old threw it and it broke apart and bounced under there. And that was the moment I realized that maybe, in the interest of fairness, I should share some of the reality that is our life.
Why would I want to do that? Well, in reading through my blog, I sometimes worry that maybe I am sharing only the positive things in our lives. Granted, that is easy, because about ninety five percent of our life is positive, but I don't want to come across as THAT girl . You know the one...the perfect wife and mother, with the perfect home and perfect children. The one that makes your teeth hurt because she is sooooooo sweet. Come on, admit it, you know her! I know her. I strive to be her. But honestly, she doesn't exist. And I don't want to give anyone the impression that I am her.
Contrary to what a couple of my sisters think...I am not perfect. They like to tell people to be careful when they look at me because the brightness from my halo could burn your eyes. But seriously, I am not perfect. So here are a few things I would like to share with you to prove that I am indeed human, and my family is as well.
My kids fight. Not a lot, but they do. Except Rhett. I am not lying when I tell you he has never been in time out. Never.
We watch television. A lot. No apologies. I like it, and so do they.
Flynn is three and she is not potty trained. That's all I have to say about that.
We eat sweets. Probably every day.
My prayer life is sorely lacking. Like for real.
I sometimes check the caller ID and don't answer the phone. And tell my kids not to either.
And lastly, I sometimes don't put Flynn in time out because I am just too tired. Don't tell Supernanny.
Ok, now that we have that all cleared up, please excuse me while I go check on the rack of lamb and baby potatoes I am roasting for dinner. I still need to polish the silverware and iron my apron too. ; )
Oh, and I was happy to see the three of them working together to fix the phone. And they did! Crisis averted!