Let’s start off our Thursday with a little bit of a rant. I got on Facebook this morning to see that a “friend” of mine (I say “friend” because in reality I haven’t seen or spoken to this girl in 14 years….since elementary school! Nonetheless, we are “friends” on Facebook for some unknown reason.) had posted a picture of her 6 week old daughter sleeping in her crib for the second day in a row. She was going on and on about how her baby is sleeping all the way through the night in her crib. Like 7 hours at a time. Seriously? My 8 week old is sleeping in bed with us and definitely does not sleep through the night. At all. I started feeling bad. I started doubting myself and my parenting skills and even my kid in general! Is there something wrong with him? Is there something wrong with me? Should I call the pediatrician? Should I get a sleep expert?
Then I took a breath and remembered that I do have a five year old who does sleep in his bed all the way through the night every night. And that five years ago, we were in the same place that I am now with this baby.
Therein lies the problem with Facebook. It is a SNAPSHOT. A second of someone’s whole life. My life looks perfect and great a couple seconds out of each day, too. The reality, though, is that my life (and I would imagine the lives of all my Facebook “friends”) is not perfect at all. Far from it. And actually, I think that is what makes it perfect. All the imperfect seconds of every day. Facebook and other social media platforms these days make it all too easy for us to portray perfect little lives and then measure ourselves against everyone else posting these perfect little pictures. I’ve decided that my goal for this new year (my birthday is next week and that’s when I consider my new year to have started) is to portray myself as realistically as possible via Facebook and my blog. I want to get real about my perfect life that is made up of all those imperfect seconds. So here we go.
Yesterday my son peed all over the only pair of jeans I had at my mom’s house with me. Like all over. He also peed all over her couch so I used a baby wipe on it and I’m going to hope my mom doesn’t notice. Then, I spilled an entire can of tuna fish into my boot that I was wearing. Today, my baby woke up at 3am and hasn’t gone back to sleep yet. Then I cut the back of my hand open and spilled my entire cup of coffee all over my beautiful cream colored nightstand that I refinished and painted myself. Oh and also? This is what my baby looks like when he lays in his crib.
Happy Thursday!
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