Mediocrity Tag

This post is in response to this challenge from my friend Jodi:

"Enough already! I sit down for a walk down acquaintance lane, and while perusing through the blogs of friends and family I'm accosted with massive amounts of over-achieving. It's not a true example of historic accuracy. Where are the TV watching, preservative eating, unvacuumed lives of my peeps? So TAG!!!! I challenge all who read this plea, to put down their craft projects, and t-ball trophies---just for a few hours, and let me see the human side of your lives. I'm not asking for a video account of you losing your temper after one of your 45 sons pees in the garbage can. Maybe just a picture of an unmade bed, or a mole with hair growing out of it. ---Am I the only one who occasionally feels a little green with envy after a half-hour of blog surfing?"

Below is the pile of laundry not being folded as I blog instead, and the pile of books behind it that should be the contents of that shelf.

Here's the "normal" state of our living room. Slip-cover pulled down again, fingerprints on window, rocking chair reclined and arm-rests open, courtesy of Jackson, who makes it his job to keep the chair in this position, even when someone is sitting in it, like the hometeachers. Or hometeacher, I should say, since they don't usually both sit there at once.

This (unwinding an entire spool of curling ribbon throughout the house, "to trap Katelyn"),

and this (ramming stroller-that's currently kept behind the rocking chair because we don't have any storage space in garage - into a box):

are examples of what my kids do when I'm on the phone.

Here's dinner on paper plates with dirty dishes in the background - two pizza slices robbed of their toppings and put back on the pan for someone else to eat).

I wore pajamas until lunchtime today, my kids sometimes eat pop-tarts for breakfast (while every other mom in Seattle serves up organic mixed greens), and this week my kids went 3 days between baths. I didn't have any sons pee in the garbage can today, just one who peed ALL OVER the kitchen floor. How can he have so much liquid left in him after having 4 other accidents during the hour before?

I could go on about imperfections at our house, but instead of close-ups of our shower grout and my overgrown eyebrows, I'm extending this tag on to you who didn't see Jodi's blog. Let's see some imperfection, if you can dig any up, and help boost any homemaking/mothering self-esteem lost through reading clean, crafty, super-mom blogs.