I read this little nugget of geniusness this morning. I always think the same things as what this chick had to say, just never gave it much more than a thought. Until today.
I made it clear for my love of IG in yesterday's post and how my interest in Facebook is slowly declining. It may be because IG is all photo's and I have ALWAYS loved pictures. OR it could be that my Facebook feed often leaves me rolling my eyes more often than not. I say it's a combination of both.
Either way the girl who wrote that post is SPOT ON. We need to quit telling lies on Facebook. I am totally guilty of doing it myself. I post fun times with my kids, my husband and my running success'. There are negative Nancy's out there and nobody wants to hear whining all the time either but on the flip side life is not always rainbows and butterflies.
I have so many friends(on Facebook, not even really IRL anymore) that I see posts from and then it has me questioning my own self, my husband and my kids. I have even gone as far as to get into arguments with my husband and then later realize that it stemmed from something I saw on Facebook. Somebody's significant other did some sort of ooey gooy lovey dovey thing. And I wanted that. Something my husband had no idea about, and no control over, and yet I was punishing him for it.
Maybe I am the only one that does this. But I think not. I am human. I am a woman on top of that. We have some womanly issues fo real! We like to be the best. Have the most well behaved and clean kids. We like to be the prettiest. We like to dress the best. We like to have the most well trained husband(HA!) and the nicest, clean and most put together home.
Yes- issues. Those are some damn crazy ass issues we got and we let that crazy flag fly all over social media to boost ourselves up even more.
My life is messy. Actually its a fucking pig sty on a good day.
*My floors are constantly dirty from my 2 kids, one who dumps stuff out just for the sake of doing so.
*A load or 5 of laundry can be found any given time on my nice leather sectional.
*We still haven't re-painted the baseboards since we stained our living room floor and it looks like someone threw up on them.
*JT came to our bed last night and his diaper leaked. I covered it up with a towel and went back to sleep.(after I changed his diaper of course)
*My husband likes junk. Old junk and our backyard at times can look like an episode of Sanford and Son.
*None of our remotes have batteries because JT likes to chunk stuff and the backs fall off and fall into an abyss to never be found again.
*I was changing Marley's sheets this past weekend and pulled her bed out from the wall and a nice long streak of chocolate syrup lined her bubble gum pink walls. Chocolate milk spill at its finest.
There is more. Much more. But you get the point.
Though when my day is done at work where do I long to be? HOME. It is not perfect by far. But it is mine.
And I ain't go no more time for dwelling on Fakebook. I don't plan to leave it completely but when I do stop by or even decide to post- it's going to be REAL.