Getting My Shit Together

Does it ever seem like everyone else has their shit together?  Except you?

This past weekend I went to visit one of my best friends in Pittsburgh.  She has two boys my kids' age, and we had an awesome time.  Her house is beautiful.  Her kids are adorable.  She hosted dinner and then brunch.  She is six months pregnant, yet still looks stylish.  She has amazing window treatments and a wine refrigerator and multiple throw pillows on the guest room bed.  She has a dog that can go outside without a leash.  She stays at home with her two kids and has all their toys organized into plastic bins which are labelled by topic with a typed sticker.

She really has her shit together.

And it's not just her.

My good friend and neighbor baked almond bars for all the neighbors last winter.  She has three boys, and her house is always clean.

Another good friend put up a wall sized chalk board in her apartment, so that her daughter could draw and create to her heart's content.  She already has the correct pencil hold.

In the past two weeks, two moms in my weekly playgroup have cooked dinner for all the kids and moms at our weekly get together.  Cooked!  One mom even has a six week old baby, and she still managed to cook a pasta bake and homemade macaroni and cheese.  

Then there's my blogging friend, Darcy.  Have you seen her blog?  She bakes.  She crafts.  She takes awesome pictures.  She does art in the mornings.  

And don't even get me started on moms who go to the gym.

Now lets talk about me.

This is what our den looks like:

Pretty much all the time.

This is what our hall closet looks like:

All the time.

This is what I provide at playgroup dinners:

And it tastes so good.

This is what I wear for most of the day:

Rocking the Christmas pajamas.  In January. 

This is the extent of crafting in our household:

And this bag isn't opened very often.

And this is how our dog spends most of the day:

I admit I staged this photo.  But you get the idea. 

I honestly don't know how so many of these moms do it. They make it look so easy!  And it makes me wonder what is wrong with me.  Why can't I get my shit together?

But then again.... when I have people over, I do clean.  I put on make-up and non-pajama clothing. I arrange couch cushions.  I provide food (nevermind it's usually not cooked by me).  I am happy and carefree and momentarily put together.

So I have to wonder - do some people think I have my shit together?

Ha!

The answer is no.  No, I do not.  But for now, I'm thriving in the chaos.