I’ve come to be very skeptical of bloggers who appear to have it all together. I don’t mean that in a nasty way but I have learned, when the pangs of jealousy of beautiful and expansive homes creep in, that I’m only getting a small, styled glimpse into another person’s life and that person is only showing the best of what they have in that moment. I know this because I do it every single time I publish a photo to the internet. It doesn’t matter if it is here, on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram…it’s always the best of the best at that moment; even when it’s a picture of one of the kids crying.
On Wednesday, I shared with you Sophia’s big girl room. The idea for the post came to me last week as I was cleaning up her room like I do every night before bed. I reflected on how much cleaner the room used to stay when she was a baby and confined to the crib for the majority of her time in the room. I thought of how I would have to clean up the room in the morning right before I took photos because I didn’t want it to look like a child actually slept and entertained herself in there. It was serendipitous then that Jill from Baby Rabies brought up the idea of bloggers pulling back the curtain to show the real mess in our lives versus the pretty pictures we normally share. So without further adieu here is a glimpse of my reality.
For such a small person, Sophia can tangle up bed sheets like it’s her job. Her new favorite sleeping position is about halfway down the mattress completely under the blankets. I’m sure that’s safe. You’ll see the books on the book shelf are just thrown in there every which way…that’s more Tim’s doing than Sophia’s. One of the bins was just shoved back onto the shelf. If you super zoom onto the bookcase you’ll find the heavy layer of dust and pollen that I’ve been ignoring since February.
This area of the room is ripe for collecting all sorts of things. You can see the drawer dividers that I removed the other day and haven’t found another spot to store them in yet. There are clothes on top of the dresser that need to be put away and the middle drawer isn’t closed all the way. Plenty of things get tossed and forgotten on that chair. Her new shoes haven’t learned how to walk themselves to the closet yet either.
More books on the floor. Valentine’s Day gear that Jack was chewing on the previous night simply discarded.
Nothing says “safety hazard” like the sound machine sitting in the middle of the room with its extra long cord trailing behind it. I’m sure we’ll never trip on that in the middle of the night. The mountain of stuffed animals appears to be having some type of Greco-Roman wrestling competition. She barely ever acknowledges these but I don’t have the heart to throw them away and I can’t find a place that will accept them as a donation.
Clothes that need to be put in storage or donated are up on top of the shelf next to an empty tote that has no purpose. You can’t see it but the hamper lid is open and the shoe basket is filled with things other than just shoes.
So there you have it…a bit of my messy reality. What does yours look like? Did you link up to Jill’s post?