This weekend....

This weekend I cleaned my house from top to bottom, got caught up on laundry, held and loved on two sick babies, made homemade soup, whatever Braxton wanted for breakfast, graded papers, made worksheets, and even ironed. I also snapped at my husband and yelled at Braxton to hush when he wouldn't stop whining. I spilled a gallon of milk all over the kitchen floor. I got frustrated when I could get Hadley to take her medicine. I cried while having to hold Braxton down for his breathing treatment.

My point - no one's perfect. On my very best day my life is anything but a fairytale. There's good along with the bad. Here's some examples:

I've nursed some pretty serious boo boo's with nothing but a scooby doo bandaid and a kiss. I've also had to save Hadley from choking on one that I forgot the nurse put on her finger at her doctor's visit. I've ironed clothes until two in the morning so that my husband would look professional and "cared for" at work. I've also told him to just throw them in the dryer first thing in the morning - because I was gonna watch "Housewives". I've loved on Bug and talked him down from the scariest of temper tantrums. I've also totally lost it and literally had to walk away. I've rushed to tend to the cries of Hadley Grace at all hours of the night with pure joy in my heart. On more than one occasion, I've prayed that she would just go back to sleep so I didn't have to get out of bed. I've made 45 dollars for gas and food stretch for 2 weeks. I've also spent 150 bucks we didn't necessarily have on impulse buys at Target. I've made some awesome homemade dinners with Bug's help - from pizza to chicken and dumplings! I've also been told by the school that it wouldn't hurt if his lunch had a bit of variation from day to day. (What's wrong with pb&j?)

My world is not all rainbows and butterflies. There's nothing like real life to make the good and bad in you, both, shine. I've had great triumphs as a parent and wife. But, my friends, I've had many of failures as well. But at the end of the day, I simply am who I am. I'm not saying that I'm 100 percent satisified with myself and that I don't seek betterment - I definitely do! But I realize that the good and bad is a part of who I am. Do I broadcast my failures - not at all. But sharing my struggles as a mom, wife, daughter, teacher, woman gives me strength - and just maybe they give others the feeling that they're not in it alone.