Last night my husband was having a meeting upstairs and I was attempting to make the girls clean up downstairs. To my dismay, I later discovered, or rather My Dear Husband revealed, that these two activities did not mix very well. Everyone in the meeting upstairs could hear all of my grumpiness toward the girls echoing up from the downstairs.
When I asked my husband about it, he just shrugged and said, “oh well, it’s real life. The people at the meeting will just know that we are a real family.”
hmmm
This has been happening to me with alarming frequency lately.
Women I talk to have been saying things like, ‘I used to think you looked so perfect and your girls were so well behaved but after (insert incident here) I realized you are just like me.’
hmmm
I suppose it is a good thing.
I’ve heard that it’s unhealthy to go around telling yourself that so-and-so is perfect or always thinking ‘I wish I (or my kids, or my husband) could be like her(s).’
I used to purposefully try to do it, to try to motivate myself. Sitting home, not wanting to do a pile of laundry or not knowing how to decorate my living room in just the right way, I’d try to picture someone I thought of as perfect/pretty/talented and think about what she might do.
But of course, I am just me, so it never really worked out.
I’ve given it up and I just try to think about what I actually want to do.
I’m breaking the cycle for myself and not participating in it.
Although, I have to admit, if I do have to participate in the cycle, wouldn’t it be kind of nice to be the one who looks good in it?
