Yesterday I posted on Facebook a series of pictures of our big meal prep day and a funny quote from my 4 year old. A close friend of mine responded by telling me how impressive it was to see and tagging the photo #myhero. I was so sweet to know that I encouraged another mom, especially one who I know in real life. She’s seen some of my worst days and knows what my ugly looks like. And she still love me anyway. But being a domestic hero is a heavy burden and not one I want.
The internet is a fickle thing. So much is lost when we try to filter our real lives through a digital medium regardless if you are using words, pictures, or video. It will never be a substitute for real life. I have a love/hate relationship with social media, as I suspect most do. I love that it keeps me connected with friends and family, especially with how often we move. I hate that it so often feels like a competition. Or at the very least an ultra-filtered view of everyone’s lives.
A few years ago the big theme in blogging was transparency. Writing a blog post is a long process. For me personally, I’m usually thinking about a particular topic for months or weeks before I write. Even for recipes. Writing takes me longer than most I’d imagine because it’s a weak area of mine and a source of great insecurity. You can read the post I wrote several years ago when I started blogging on why I was forcing myself to become a writer. I do think I write better now, but it’s still hard at times.
Disclaimer – My dad is now my official blog editor to check for misspelling and grammar errors. He’s probably not going to edit this post before it goes live (we’re still working out a system where he can easily edit things for me). My writing will always have errors in it, and now I can say that’s just fine with me. It’s also a big reason why I’m so excited to have another mom teaching my kids grammar classes this fall, I don’t feel like I can do it yet.
Even blog posts with lots of photos and few words can take longer than you think to create. I take hundreds of photos each week, and post just a few. A handful are staged and shot with our good DSLR camera, but most are quick candid snaps with my phone. Either way, they go through a process to get transferred to the computer, photoshopped (even just to reduce the pixel size so they don’t take up so much memory, which bloggers have to pay for), watermarked (because unfortunately photos get lifted all the time), and uploaded to the blog or to social media.
I would estimate for each photo I post on my blog, it takes a good 30 minutes of work to get it there, and that is with using a batch process work flow. Social media photos can sometimes go quicker because there are less steps involved. My point being that I, and probably most other bloggers, don’t go through that entire process just to show you our low points. Most don’t even bother with mediocre every day stuff. We show you our best.
This blog, and my other blog, and my social media channels are all my highlights. I try to be real, but the editing process always smoothes out the rough edges. A few weeks ago I heard somewhere (probably a Netflix show that was playing while I was sewing) one of the characters use the highlight reel analogy to remind us that there’s no B side anymore. Since then, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my own B side. What would be on it? What would I say? In light of yesterday’s comment here’s a few things that I think would make the cut.
The B Side Summer 2017
Despite a kitchen full of food and a dozen freezer ready meals prepped, at about 2 yesterday, after the above mentioned Facebook post, I seriously considered ordering pizza for dinner. Had the chicken we were supposed to eat not already been cooking, I might have caved. I have caved many times in the past. And with food allergies, we always paid the price.
A friend of mine, a good friend since forever, had a baby 3 months ago. I did nothing. No meals, no cards, no baby gift.
Two of my cousins had babies this summer too. I started to do something but didn’t finish. From my desk in the office as I type, I can see the box that has half a baby gift for both in it. I need to get my act together and finish the other half to mail. My goal now is to get it done before their respective first birthdays!
Just this morning, I saw a post on Facebook from a fellow military spouse at our last commend venting about deployment. This one really made me cry because I felt like I let her, and so many other down. I did nothing for her. I have done nothing for my three other military spouse friends who are going through deployments or long separation this year either. The thing is, even though I’ve been there I don’t know what to do for them. Everyone has different needs and I have been caught up in the fear of doing the wrong thing that I’ve simply done nothing. I will try to do better.
I also realized as I’m sitting here writing that I didn’t wash sheets this week. So much for my grand plan to get all the chores done before the weekend! Now I’m conflicted between trying to rush through stripping all the beds and washing everything before we head out to see friends later tonight or just waiting until Monday. Week old sheets aren’t that gross right? I think we’ll wait until Monday.
And the final piece to make the cut is the picture I put at the top of this post. I bet you’re wondering what a photo of the bottom half of a light pole and a fire hydrant has to do with anything? That’s the step in a random parking lot where one of my boys sat for over a half hour earlier this week. He was throwing a fit because he didn’t want to do what I asked him to do. I lost my patience and put him in time out. (My kids seriously underestimate my ability to find a time out step when we’re in public.) There were tears from both of us. There was yelling from both of us. There was an impressive foot stomp and “NO I WILL NOT GET IN THE CAR” was shouted for all to hear. Eventually he got in the car, we made it home, and the house was filled with giggles once again. I have no doubts this scene will be repeated with a different stage many, many times.
Always remember, everyone has a B side.