Lately, I've noticed that there's a lot of bloggers out there that have to remind themselves, on their own blog, that they shouldn't compare their lives to what we see on other's blogs.
This isn't a new thing.
In fact, the whole time I was blogging the last time, there was a rat race to show how perfect everyone's life was and a lot of jealousy about it.
I still see it out there.
I've been jealous myself.
I know it's not reality.
You should too.
No one's house looks like that all the time, especially those with all the white interiors. (I know this because I had a white slipcovered couch for about 10 minutes a few years back.)
God knows my house doesn't look like my pictures all the time.
Even Bunny William's house doesn't.
Although, it might, since she could have a maid or two...
but I digress....
You know darn well that tired husbands are coming home after a hard day at work, plopping their stinky feet up on that tufted ottoman, drinking a beer, and eating nachos on that new couch.
Kids are jumping all around on the couches and beds, like animals, with grape jelly on their hands, wiping it on the walls, and Cheetos are flying in all directions.
The dog is going potty on the new jute rug (or whatever is "in" now) and the cat is coughing up a hairball in the corner. Not to mention the shedding that goes on.
You know this, because if you've had husbands, kids, and/or animals, it's gone on at your house and it's gone on in mine.
All I picture when I see these beautiful interiors is these woman pulling their hair out, because I've wanted to do the same when it happens here.
The ladies that decorate in all white are very very brave women in my opinion and I commend them, because I couldn't handle it.
I'm not kidding in the least about that.
So here's my story....
My last blog was about my life with my now ex-husband.
My "Peanut Butter and Jelly Life".
Or so I thought.
The truth is, although I thought I was happy, there was a lot more going on behind the scenes. Some things I knew and some that I wasn't aware of.
No, I won't get into the dirty details, because it isn't the point of the story.
Yes, there were struggles in our everyday life, just like everyone has, and no, I didn't share them then either. I only put the happy stuff out there, because I wanted my blog to be a happy place.
On top of everything, my home always looked perfectly clean in every picture, unless it was in the midst of a remodel.
Let's face it, no one wants to read about the fact that your husband won't put his laundry in the basket and won't change the toilet paper roll or that you can't stand his family or that the kids are being jerks that week or see your house a dirty wreck.
Well, maybe you do, you sickos :p
But like I said, I wanted a place for people to come and relax and be happy.
I didn't lie, I just didn't air my dirty laundry or house, and there's nothing wrong with that.
There's nothing wrong with it if you do either, because it's your blog.
I do the same thing with this blog as I did with the last one, albeit less personal.
I don't show dirt and dust or my daughter's room when it looks like a war zone. Nor do I air the dirty laundry of my life, unless I feel it might be relevant to the blog.
When you come to visit me here, I want you feel something, but hopefully not anger or jealousy, because you think I live a perfect life with a perfectly clean house.
Trust me, that's not the case.
Perfect, hell no.
I'm looking at dust balls as I type this and I'm pretty sure my lap is covered in dog hair, because Bubba has been sleeping on it for the last hour as I type this.
Although, he's pretty perfect ;)
I want you to be happy, when I post something happy.
I want you to be interested, when I find something interesting.
I want you to learn something about old houses or whatever other tangent I go on, even if it isn't your taste.
Mostly, I want you to come here, because it's a joy and not a burden.
No one's life is perfect, even if it appears so.
Trust me on this.
Be happy with what you have.
Love the life you live.
Enjoy the home you're in.
And don't worry about keeping up with the Joneses, because their life isn't perfect either, no matter what the camera lens shows.
The cloud pictures were taken from my back yard.