In a Perfect World…
In a perfect world, little boys would eat breakfast at the table without spilling milk and cereal all over the floor while watching reruns of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Team Umizoomi…
In a perfect world, I’d cook at least two square meals a day for my family-Breakfast (the most important meal) and Dinner (a nice, quiet dinner at the table every night to unwind after a long day)…
In a perfect world, the bed would be made every morning after promptly rising at 6:00 am (to cook that big breakfast) and the laundry would be washed, dried and put away at the end of every day…
In a perfect world, I’d get around to putting the sheets back on the bed the day that I washed them, instead of leaving them piled in a chair in the corner because I’m too tired to fool with them…
In a perfect world, little boys wouldn’t jump on the beds. They’d sit quietly and behave like good children do…
In a perfect world, my photos would be impeccable with the very first snap. No editing needed, no blurry movement, no grain or fuzziness. Just perfectly captured images of perfectly perfect people…
In a perfect world, I’d weigh only 125 pounds (solid muscle and not an ounce of fat anywhere, of course), without ever having to take a step on the treadmill or lift a weight. No Jillian Michael’s DVD’s to torture me and no calorie counting to monitor my food intake…
In a perfect world, I’d work only 9 :00-5:00 every day and sleep eight solid hours a night. Uninterrupted…
But we don’t live in a perfect world…
Life is messy. Full of spills and drips and crumbs.
Cereal and PopTarts seem to suffice the barrel of energy that is my three year old on most days; and some days Frozen Pizza and Hamburger Helper are all that I can muster for dinner.
Laundry doesn’t get folded (at least not in this house) except once a week…twice if you’re lucky. Most days, I don’t get out of the bed until someone (“someone” being my son) makes me because I’ve been up at all hours working. And sheets? Who needs sheets? The bed sleeps just fine without them.
I work late. I work long. I work hard. I sleep little. I drink too much coffee. And Dr. Pepper. I eat too many cupcakes and walnut brownies. My son jumps on the bed and I don’t try to stop him. Because it keeps him entertained. And he loves it. What’s he really hurting?
Photos are fuzzy because they are full of life and activity…sentiments and snapshots of a child who loves the life that he lives. They have grain because they are rich and lively. And they scream, “This life is worth it!”
And at the end of the day, the crumbs and the messes…
the fuzziness and the unmade bed…
the piled up laundry and boxed dinner…
are all worth it.
Because my life isn’t perfect.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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This post brought tears to my eyes Courtney! It’s the life we are all living right now, and I love every minute of if…as “imperfect” as it is!
♥ Kyna
Aww, thank you, Kyna!! I wouldn’t trade a second of this crazy, imperfect messy life either!
I love this. So very true. Awesome pictures too.
Thank you, Sarah!
I think our photos would be boring if we didn’t have mischievous little boys to run after all day, right? for the record, my little boy is an empty barrel too. I can’t seem to give him enough food that he isn’t gnawing on my leg within the hour asking for lunch (or boobies…we’re working on that!). I find myself giving him things I never thought I would because seriously, who has time to cook everything from scratch? I try, but I just can’t keep up with his belly!!! Can you imagine what it’s going to be like when they’re teenagers?!
I think you are right. What would I photograph if I didn’t have a rambunctious three year old running around? And what fun are pictures of perfectly still children? They don’t tell stories…they don’t have emotion. And….no. I can not even begin to FATHOM what having a teenager will be like. Especially a teenage boy. Aye-yi-yi.
Perfect is so over rated! 🙂
Agreed!
I love this 🙂 Great post!
This is such good stuff… and sheet should be self-fold, especially those fitted suckers.
I hate fitted sheets. I mean, seriously. Is there a right way to fold them?
Thank you, Lindsey!
This is so sweet. And so true! Love your imperfect life, it’s much more fun that way 🙂
I agree. I would much rather live this imperfect messy life than something that’s “just as it should be.”
Sounds exactly like my day! Except that I’m up before the boy – because those few minutes in the morning is the ONLY time I get to myself.
Also, our bed always has sheets on it because (*confession*) I NEVER wash them. Must put “Wash sheets” on my to do list! now that I’ve been reminded!
I WISH I were an early riser so that I could get more done and go to bed at a normal hour. I just don’t function in the mornings and tend to sit around all dreary until about lunch. 🙂 And don’t feel bad. I tend to only wash sheets once every 3-4 weeks.
haha, i LOVE this! i totally let levi jump on the bed. why not? beds are made for sleeping and also fun. so there! (i don’t let him jump on the couch because i don’t want him doing that at other people’s houses since it’s “ok at home”.) but yeah, life is messy and, as much as that sometimes drives me nuts, i think it’s just the way it should be.
My thoughts exactly. Why does anyone ever tell kids they can’t jump on the bed? Does it really hurt anything? Noah actually tends to jump on the couch, too. But we stress and emphasize that he can ONLY do it on our couch.
Super cute post! And it’s how I feel all the time too!!!
Thanks, April!
LOVED this Court!!! Such a cute little boy you have 🙂