http://powerofmoms.com/2012/04/your-children-want-you/
I got this article from my sister who posted it to her page. At first I thought I would want to stab myself in the temple with a dirty spork, but it turned out to be pretty on the spot. Nothing needs to be picture perfect. You don't need to be Martha F'ing Stewart to be a good mother/wife. When did Martha Stewart become perfect? Wasn't she in prison?? I've never been to prison! (I never said I don't belong there, just that I've never been) Moving on..
I'd never knock anyone for their artistic side. I love to show mine as well. I'd never look down on people who make their own decor and bake/cook the world's prettiest food. I love to cook as well. I love to scrapbook and make seasonal baskets, wreaths, candles ect.. Honestly, what mother doesn't like to be crafty?? The point is, I realized that the article is SOOOO right!! I can be, but I don't NEED to be.
Honestly. I could change the entire living room and bedazzle the walls and throw glitter all over the tables and floor and I can say with certainty that David would have no idea. As long as his couch cushion still indents perfectly to the shape of his ass and the t.v isn't on Lifetime, he doesn't give one shit what sits on the tables or hangs on the walls.
Brianna would rather I had 50 cent Salvation Army decor around the house. She doesn't get in trouble when it's someone elses garbage that she breaks. She wants to run through the house and be a kid. Not sit and admire a $400 vase that has no use but to collect dust and piss me the hell off, or be grounded for a month for breaking said over-priced, likely ugly anyway, vase.
I still have gold glittery sticks sitting in the ONLY vase you will find in my house. They are from Christmas. That's right, shut your face. I said Christmas. I bet they are still sitting there next Christmas, too.. Why the hell should I have to get glitter all over my hands just to change the color theme of the room. The point is, they both still love me even though I keep ugly Christmas decorations up year round just because I'm too lazy to walk downstairs and find my Spring flowers. It's not killing them or making them hate me. They don't even look at it. How do you like them apples, Martha?
My bathroom has a theme. It's called Everybody's towels and clothes on the floor. I have a few shells Brianna has found for me sitting on a shelf, but I challenge you to find them behind all of the makeup, hair products, curling/straightening irons and hordes of cold medicine we use on a weekly basis. What of it? I don't need rubber duckies jumping out at me in the bathroom to be happy, and I also am not a fan of things watching me while I do what people do in a bathroom. I don't need a matching soap dish, tissue box, hand sanitizer and toilet paper dispenser. I don't need soap shaped like flowers or fish or ducks. If I had money to buy soap for show, I'd probably have matching towels. Trust me, I DON'T. If you can't wash your hands with my Safeguard and dry them off on a plain colored towel then you should get the hell out of my house. Brianna and Dave still love me. (Though you might be asking yourself why by now) In your FACE Martha freaking Stewart.
My kitchen decor consists of flour scattered all over and dished piled as high as the dirty freakin ceiling from my daily fight with baked goods. I have one picture hanging on the wall of a vase of flowers in an abstract fashion. It's probably covered in some sort of baking batter from a fight I often have with the mixer. It's not for you to look at. It's for me to look at and keep my mood leveled as to not stab my family as I am cooking dinner and they repeatedly ask me "when's dinner. what's for dinner. is it ready yet? are you burning it? ARE YOU DONE YET?" Brianna and Dave don't give a DAMN what's on the kitchen walls as long as that kitchen produces meals for them. Eat that, Martha.
On to cooking. I do love me some baking. I love to make things pretty and create things Brianna wants to show off to her friends. But at the end of the day it's not a requirement. They will eat a cake that fell apart because I frosted it too early (THAT'S FOR YOU MOM!!!) just as quickly as they eat a cake I spent 2 hours perfecting. They eat cupcakes that are plain with as much ease as they annihilate the ones I spend 3 hours layering with colors. Dave makes a "casserole" that consists of ramen noodles, hot dogs, cream of chicken soup, green beans and other disgusting things that only he will touch when I'm sick. He inhales that just as quickly as a 6 layer enchilada dinner I spend 3 hours on. Brianna doesn't like anything but Mcdonalds and pizza.. She'd rather eat chicken nuggets from the microwave than a 3 course meal I prepare. They both still love me, because I feed them. I win, Martha!
My point is, I am so far from perfect that I'm surprised the universe even let's me type the word. My family is still my family and we get by just fine with our mismatched towels. If they still want to be around me by the time I've managed to pour a pot of coffee down my throat, I call that a win for the day. If they still love me when my mood goes from zero to certifiably crazy, I'm pretty sure we can get through the day with my Christmas decorations in April. If Dave can handle my "I'mflyingoffthehandlefornoreasonsotakeitlikeaman" moments, he can handle my baking disasters.
We do things as a family. We play board games, watch movies, play cards. We go outside and play football with all the neighborhood kids. I watch Brianna do cartwheels and roll down the hill. I listen to all of her grade school playground drama with interest. We have water fights in the kitchen and paper fights in the living room. I watch all of her ridiculous youtube video's she addicted to. We help her with her homework, yell at her when she doesn't do it, nag her endlessly about cleaning her room and laugh at her when she does something silly. She hangs out with me all the time. Not because she has to, but because she wants to. SHE LOVES ME!!! <3 That's what makes us a family, not my bathroom decor.
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