Ahh, Beautiful Family Moments Of Love...and HOLY CRAP! ZIP IT, AND STOP FIGHTING! GEEZ!!!

So, do anyone elses beautiful family moments turn into that?
Or is it just us.

Actually, i know it's not, but maybe it is designated for a select few of us. We have these deep hopes and dreams of making a Norman Rockwell painting out of our daily life.

But for me, that usually turns into Garbage Pail Kids in an episode of The Twilight Zone, with princess dresses. And One Direction or Toby Mac blaring. 2 kids singing along (screaming along), 1 screaming and crying because they are too loud, 1 just yelling, "MOMMY WEEEKUP", because if i'm not holding her or she's not attached to my boobs, i must be sleeping, and 1 with earbuds shoved in, texting her friend about how awesome her family is, no doubt. Now, while it is always funny later (this is my family motto), sometimes you're like, SERIOUSLY?? That all totally happened last night in the car on the way home from Church, by the way. I'm pretty sure having 5 kids and driving might be up there with texting and driving.

I want perfect. I want to not miss anything. I want to enjoy every moment.

I want to make glorious, magical memories that the kids smile through tears while reminiscing over, whilst they fondly tend my grave.

But sometimes, you don't have perfect. Like ever.
Sometimes you don't even get showers.
Sometimes, you can't see the floors in your house.
Sometimes, your kids throw the chocolate chip pancakes at each other.
The dog eats the trash, you can't think what to make for dinner, you don't remember when you hugged that kid last.
You go to bed feeling like a failure.
You make sexy promises to your husband, then the toddler wakes up, or someone has a bad dream.
You're totally gonna get on top of things with finances, but then the stack sits there another week.

Life is crazy. It's CRAZY. And you're seriously - besides the moments of hiding in closets - trying to be the best Mommy ever, have fun, teach them, love them, raise them right. Getting mad at those Facebook friends (or blogger friends, you JERKS) who always say things that make your eye twitch.

"Another perfect day with my beautiful children, oh how i wish there was more time to just sit and watch the glory that unfolds...our relationship with these blessings are everything, and i am going to make everything on Pinterest WITH my children and let them use glitter because they are perfect and i love them so, so much. Enjoy your little ones, it goes so fast".

And you're like...ohmyword, SHUT OFF.
Or you (oooh, this is me, not gonna lie) think, "hmm, here's a fun little game, Sue, every time ____ writes this crap, i'm assuming she's having the worst day ever, and to deal with the guilt of being mad at her kids, she says this garbage". I actually did say that to myself. I did.

I really am happy other people get to do things perfectly. I swear i am. But you have those moments when you would love for them to have a little, teeny, tiny dose of reality. Not to be mean...It would just be so they understand you, because let's face it, most of the time, these people do NOT understand you.

But it kinda goes back to that thing - embracing YOUR perfect. Not trying to have someone elses perfect. That's hard! Just going with it. Because you know what? You are someone's perfect that they wish they had.

For me, it's probably inmates at Rikers Island, but still.

So today, i'm gonna hug them all (and for you poop faces out there that are all, "you don't HUG them every day??", i'm sure i do, but maybe i should start a checklist app on my phone to make sure), we're gonna make Valentines and decorate the crap outta this dump, and just have fun.
Because we love each other. And we are perfect.