Being Real
It may seem like I am very good at being real. So much of what I think comes out of my mouth. I'm pretty raw, unfiltered and unedited, for good or for bad. But the thing is I really, really like control. I like my weeks planned out, my days planned out, my meals planned out and I don't like sudden changes of plans. Then God gave me kids. I also really like for people to see the side of me I want them to see. Not the mess. Then God gave me kids. When Laura called this morning to tell me Jordyn had a fever, my first instinct was to cancel. It is too cold to be outside, we have no where to go. Game over. I love having people in my home, but when Laura called my entire house looked like this. (It was hoe down day for the toys) Little toys were everywhere. Choking hazards for crawlers, death traps for new walkers, safe for preschoolers but not for younger kids. Everything in me screamed, "Cancel! You don't want people to see this mess! Cancel!"