I was thinking today about my blog and wondering if someone who read it came to my house, would they be surprised or disappointed that the reality was not the blog?
Nope, sometimes, but very rarely! (And it isn't white - are you crazy, white with three boys?!)
I am a melancholic/phlegmatic personality, so my tendency is to wallow, woe is me, etc. I started my blog to keep a record of all the good things and show that I am achieving something in my home life with my children. I don't really want to post the bad stuff.
I can, of course, lose it big time, usually when I have stepped on a piece of Lego for the hundredth time that day. Lego on the floor really pushes my buttons! But hey, I have boys. My life at the moment is mainly about mud. Yep, washing mudding uniforms and football boots, the washing the floor where they have forgotten to take said muddy football boots off before coming inside. It can make you crazy.
I recently read The Homemaker by Dorothy Canfield. Wonderful book. The mother has asked the son numerous times not to tilt the meat pan when carrying it from the table back to the kitchen for washing as all the meat fat tips onto the floor. One day, the children clear the table while the parents sit. Then the mother goes to do the washing up. After a minute, they all hear huge sobs coming from the kitchen. She is sitting on the floor crying, next to the puddle of meat fat.
Pretty sure we have all had those days, where one more piece of Lego or muddy footprint on the carpet can push you over the edge.
So rest assured, much as all the blogs we read look beautiful and their children look perfect, they aren't! I think we are all just trying to record the lovely things that happen in our lives and share the moments and activities that bring us joy.
That is the kind of place I have decided I would like my blog to be; I would like to reflect the positive aspects, as it will help me to reflect on them also.
And I love to read other blogs that are similar, as they help me see all the good there is out there, if we only choose to embrace it. Which is easy to say and a lot harder to achieve.
It is a journey every day and I have to make a conscious decision to be happy. Sometimes I have to tell myself to smile. It can be hard work being a melancholic!
So that is why I blog the way I do.
I would love to hear from you. Why do you blog? Do you find blogs helpful to you in your daily life? Are they inspiring, or discouraging if they show a standard that you feel is too high to achieve?