Keeping it real.

Social media... an excellent way to maintain the façade of having it all together.


We all know that one person who has a pretty ordinary life- complete with the standard hassles, challenges and dramas we all have.  You know them outside of social media.  You know them inside, too.  And you know they're a fraud.




Ok, some of us know people who genuinely have it all together.  This is not about them.  They rock, but it's not about them.






Most of us do it.  I catch myself only posting the cutest, smileyest, most 'got it together' pictures I have.  Most of the time though, I try to keep it real.  I spent a lot of my early motherhood struggling with the idea that I was the only one who didn't have it all together.  So I created a hashtag in the name of keeping me real.  #andthenthishappened .  That pretty much sums it up.  I have a pretty extensive library of kids getting into mischief, epic messes and other similar moments that would make anyone reach for the whiskey.






Whiskey?  So it seems I'm channelling my late Granddad today.  Alrighty.....






The introductory trilogy pretty much set the standard for this blog, and my general vibe in life.  Shit happens.  Trying to gloss over it doesn't mean it didn't happen, it just makes it harder for all the other mums trying to live up to some crazy unattainable standard.






You there, in your undies.  Solidarity!  And you, with the unrecognizable remnants of your baby's breakfast smeared on your shoulder- you're badass.  If you can reach under your couch and pull out enough crumbs and broken biscuits to make a cheesecake base......... raise your hand.  I see you there, all dishevelled looking, with your hair haphazardly strewn around your face.  You look fabulous.  You look like me!






Sometimes it's fun to maintain the illusion that I'm actually in charge around here.  I have lots of photos to document that, too.  But most of the time, this is what my life looks like.


[If I was tech savvy, this is where the images would be.]


Well, I can't work out how to get my pictures uploaded in a timely fashion.  Not under these conditions, anyway!  Naptime is oh so short and I fear I'm not going to make it.  Pictorial evidence will follow when I figure that shit out.


So, next time you're feeling crummy about the general chaos of your everyday life, remember- you're not crummy.  It's all the posing, editing, gloss-over-anything-that-isn't-impressive culture we're immersed in.  You're just fine.  It's fine.  Go and get yourself a cup of coffeecream and salute yourself.   Solidarity, sisters!


[EDIT- You may notice I changed my profile picture.  I used the one I took that one time I brushed and styled my hair.  Classy!]