Before I had kids when I thought of parenthood I thought of something like this.
I think a lot of people do. And maybe occasionally it looks like that but a lot of times it doesn’t… in fact I’ll venture a guess that most of the time it doesn’t.
A lot of times, at least at my house, parenthood looks a little more like this.
You ran out of all your normal lunch options, you don’t have the time to make something fancy from scratch or the money to get take out, so you end up sitting on the couch eating peanut butter out of the jar.
And you know what… that’s ok. Sometimes it’s ok to eat peanut butter out of the jar for lunch. Sometimes it’s ok if the dishes sit because you’re busy reading books. Sometimes it’s ok to do the smell test on clothes that you’re positive aren’t really dirty because cuddling with your husband in front of a movie once the little monsters go to bed sounds like a better evening than doing laundry. We’re all going to be ok… even with the occasional peanut butter lunches, piles of dishes, and reworn clothing.
This, my friends, is what parenthood really looks like. And I’m totally cool with that because let’s face it, I’m never going to be that blonde and our backyard is never going to be as well landscaped as in that first picture.