This is a great post about comparing oneself to others. The picture on Facebook probably doesn’t tell the entire story!
A few weeks ago, I was having a day. You know the kind, when your two-year-old has smeared poop all over himself and the crib, your house is an epic disaster, the dishwasher isn’t working, the kids are acting likebedtime is a newly invented phenomenon, and your husband is out of town. A long, exhausting kind of day.
And on that same day, an acquaintance posted a picture of her kids, smiling and adorable, in their perfectly decorated living room, on their sofa that has no rips or stains, holding their adorable handmade crafts that they just whipped up on the spur of the moment. Bless.
That’s when it happens… the comparison. Clearly, she has it all together. She obviously didn’t spend an hour cleaning up poop. I’m sure her kitchen is sparkling and her kids were all in bed by 8pm.She’s a modern day homemaking miracle, and for…
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