Often I will come across a blog and fall in love with the asthetic of it and once I dig a little deeper I find that the person behind the blog is just as beautiful too. I wonder how much of it is true?
Because the person I described above certainly isn't the real me. The real me hasn't had a haircut for 3 months and I have a box (yes, sadly a box!) of hair dye sitting in my bathroom just begging me to use it.
This is the real me. All my gray hairs....
And all my post pregnancy baby hairs growing back that give me the fuzzy hair look...
My nailpolish that is chipped and has seen better days...
Check out this post over at Babble...it's pretty fabulous....it's about what moms did with their time before kids.
Some other confessions:
I like reassurance. I won't ask for it and I am not someone that flat out says how good I am at something. I would like to be able to do that, but just can't. But I totally love it when someone tells me I rock! Little ego boosts never hurt do they?!
I used to be 10 minutes early for everything...now I stroll in at the exact minute I'm supposed to, if not later. Two kids will do that to you.
I think I have split personality disorder or some other issue. Because one second I could be raging mad and the next minute I can be fine.
I do not adapt easily to change. Ten years ago, I had no problem, now I loathe change.
I am pretty quiet when I meet new people. Which is why I am glad my husband is a bit more 'out there' or we would be hermits all the time!
I have a folder in my favorites file of cool blogs that I have found along the way that I want to visit, and I will probably never have time to do it.