Road to an Imperfect Life: The House

I got up this morning as the sun was coming up. I ran seven miles and then came home to weigh myself and I had lost five pounds since yesterday! After dropping my kids off at school on time I relaxed in my spotless house and had a protein shake and egg whites in my newly redone kitchen full of pristine granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances.

Want to see a picture?

Just kidding!

I rolled myself out of bed two minutes past the last possible second. Lola wakes, too, and says, "Let's snuggle some more, Mama." Now it's three minutes past the last possible second. I threw on my pink hoodie so I didn't have to get dressed for school drop off. As I'm getting Christian ready for school, Lola stumbles out of our bedroom with her Frozen nightie on and messy hair and we try to get out of the house and Christian to school on time. We try. We were only one minute late today. That's pretty much like being on time.

After dropping Christian off we come back home.  The house is usually messy and smells of fresh coffee. My daily ritual begins - coffee, computer, cartoons, and breakfast. No seven mile run. No egg whites. No granite counter tops. Just the light that filters in through the trees in my backyard. This is easily the favorite part of my day.

My friend, Jen, over at Drinking the Whole Bottle is participating in a new revolution of sorts. She's calling it "Road to an Imperfect Life." 

I have a love/hate relationship with perfection. If I couldn't be perfect at something I didn't want to do it at all. I think the introduction of Facebook to our psyche ramped up this need to show everyone how perfect things are, while feeding this monster that says we are not perfect enough and never will be. And we're especially not as perfect as the Jones'. But maybe if we take a picture of what we possess and put a sweet filter over it, it will be good enough. It will be perfect.

You've seen that family. Perfectly placed. All smiles. Beautiful house. Amazing vacations. If you only knew the real story behind those pictures. I could give you some stories behind my own perfectly filtered pictures. Most of the stories are funny and memorable. But some are painful.

I can tell you one thing I also felt Facebook envy over: Houses. Prior to buying our own house, I had major MAJOR house envy. I would gaze over gorgeous Colonials, perfectly decorated, coordinated, and burlap and chevron covered homes. Giant homes for young couples. Clean living rooms and kitchens. Green back yards. I want, I want, I WANT!

Visit Pinterest. Most everything popular is pristine, DSLR shot and edited photos of perfectly designed homes. Back when there was no Pinterest these pictures were in magazines and it was different. I mean, obviously, it was a magazine. But when beautifully altered pictures with perfect lighting of food and kitchens and clean, kid-fingerprint free living rooms graced our pages of Facebook and Pinterest it gave me this idea that - Oh, so every American family lives like this? It's...perfect. 

We are not that.

Fast forward to now. I have a house. But we live here. I take pictures of my projects and my food and I'm not saying I'm not a fan of a good filter, however, I like to see a little realness once in a while. A little imperfection amongst the perfection. I like to see pictures taken by a phone. Those are real. They're usually taken while living when you don't have time to grab a camera. And somehow even when you do use a camera there's still a difference. My photographer friend takes her camera everywhere and she takes beautiful, stunning shots. Shots of people living. Shots of realness. Shots of everyday life. Shots of imperfection that makes life...perfect.

I no longer have house envy because I have a house that I'm in love with now. I can appreciate a beautiful, perfectly designed house. But I love seeing the imperfect. It's much more fun to live in.

So here are some far from Pinterest worthy pictures of my typical morning, no filtered and real. All in the name of finding the road to imperfection.

Messy kitchen, Frosted Mini Wheats by request from Princess Lola. Light streaming. Jen's blog post up.



No bed skirt. Aftermath of little girl sneaking into mom and dad's bed, sleeping until the last minute, snuggle for just one minute. I'll make the bed later.


My imperfect project that needs a date with some hot glue for a touch up that I still haven't fixed.




"Mom! Can I have Elsa hair?!" - Lola
I was never great at braids but it's good enough for her.


Oh my God, I told her to clean these crayons up last night! 


Home.


It's perfect.







13 comments:

  1. i love it!!!! so exactly it. Thinking up thoughts about the imperfectness i'm going to write about this week. Maybe my 2-year-old smashing my nose yesterday with her giganto head because she didn't like my decision to put her in her high chair... to eat.

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    1. Ouch! And yours was an awesome ode to imperfection! Thanks for having me on the journey!

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  2. Love this! And that braid is fantastic!

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  3. Love your new home. And love that you are real - when I read a blog I want to smile because I can relate - not feel inadequate!

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    1. I can totally relate to that! Every time I see perfectly posed items and pictures that I KNOW are staged, that blog gets a big, fat eye roll. It just happened this morning.

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  4. Great post!!!! And that braid is fantastic! ;)

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    1. Thanks! It's especially harder when her hair is all tangled. So I pat myself on the back for this one.

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  5. I agree. It is perfect. Filled with life and love. And all that light! This is what life is supposed to be like. And I think your braid is beautiful!

    Happy Sharefest. I hope you have a lovely weekend.

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  6. It is wonderful, it is perfect, it is beautiful, IT IS HOME!!!! You have filled it with joy, love and real people!!! What more could one ask for.... Nice job, loved reading it as the sun came up with my coffee, and my imperfect home. Visiting from SITSgirls ShareFest

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  7. I truly believe what you pointed out: that really, really loving and appreciating and enjoying what you have is the key to escaping envy. Or simply not wanting what other people have...because at this point in my life there's no way I want the responsibility of owning and maintaining a beautiful home. :)

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  8. Stopping my from the SITS sharefest and I truly appreciate your honesty! It can be so easy to think our homes (and lives for that matter!) need to look Pinterest perfect, but the truth is that they don't

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  9. Looks perfect to me! I love your headboard! My bed frame is a hand-me-down from my mom after my 1st husband passed. It's awful. ;)

    I truly believe life's imperfections are the most perfect parts!!

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