The Real Me

We never really know what people's perception is of us. How many know the real us? I mean the real us. I don't have a clue what people think of me, I hope it's positive. I decided to participate in Jenny's challenge. You can read about it here. In my defense I am a really really hard worker. When I put my mind to something I give it 200%, however I tend to neglect everything else while working on said project. I'm not very focused and disciplined. I haven't always been that way but 4 years ago this month that all changed. I'll blog about that another time.

Just remember lazy:

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I hate mornings but each one starts with my 16 year old waking me up at 6:40 to take him to school. I have just enough time to go to the bathroom and find my usually misplaced keys and sunglasses. Yes I wear my sunglasses even if it's not sunny. I guess you can call it my disguise. As he gets out of the car he often times has to pick up whatever fell out of the car onto the parking lot and throw it back in. Junk mail, water bottles, fast food bags, shoes, you name it. I drive back home and listen to the twins get ready for school. Notice how I said listen. A good perfect mom would make them a nutritious breakfast, comb their hair, and have a great morning conversation with them. I check my e-bay, face book, blogs, and e-mail while they are fixing frozen waffles, cold cereal, or peanut butter toast. In my defense I am in the other room within listening distance and I do gather with them for morning prayers before they rush out the door. At this point I often climb back into bed.

Once I wake back, I shower and get ready for the day. I rarely make my bed. I was not brought up this way. I don't remember a single day when my mom's bed was not made. I do know that it makes the day start off better but honestly I am just lazy. See the pile of shoes next to my night stand. Lazy. I think I a rebelling from my upbringing and so perhaps my children, in their lack of example from me will rebel and have perfectly neat and tidy rooms and made beds when they are adults.





I spent the last week at my sisters house a couple hours away. We spent hours and hours cleaning, sorting and organizing. She is incredibly talented as a musician, mother and more. But she needed help in the organization area where I have my talents. So if you were to come to my house after seeing and hearing all that I instructed and did, you would call me a hypocrite. I like to think of myself as a coach. A very good coach but a lousy player. I'm great at telling other people what to do and how to do it, but am terrible at implementing that said advice for myself.


I usually run errands and go to the office (self employed lets me work flexible hours). If I were on top of things I would do a little bit of house work before I left but again, I am lazy.

We are short people and I can't see the top of this shelf. But I am sure that most of the adult population that comes over can. Sorry mom I know you didn't raise me this way but you're really short and never would have known.

I generally eat while I am out. I am a confessed junk food/restaurant junkie. It's seams like such a waste of time to stop and fix something at home. Lazy. I did have a goal a little bit ago to eat healthy, and save money by eating at home. I went to the grocery store - a chore that I HATE - and brought home some things that would make for great breakfasts and lunches. And here it sits.

I know that many of you take time for yourselves during the early afternoons. A pedicure would be nice but the real me is missing too many toe nails. 3 1/2 to be exact. I lose them after big hikes and yes I've tried all kinds of boots and shoes. Here is the confession. My gross big toe has a fungus. Yes, FUNGUS. So gross to even admit. I'm that lady who you look down at and say, "Oh dear you need a pedicure." Yeah right. I know what would be said about me in a language I don't understand if I came in with my missing toe nails. I do know that I can get tips. Tips on toes. Sound really ridiculous but according to the Dr. it will only slow growth down if not stop it completely. I live in Arizona for heavens sakes where sandals and white have no September rules and I have ugly toes. I do occasionally paint my nails (skin). If you look at my painted right toe you will see a blister. That's from my 8 year old pair of Payless shoes that I danced the night away in and walked the Las Vegas strip till three in the morning (remember Karen?). Sunday church gave me a blister. Then there is a little nick on the next toe over - I don't know if you can see it but that's from shaving my toe hair. Yep fungus and toe hair. That's the real me.

I try to make it home in time for the kids to get home from school. We do the normal after school stuff, watch to much tv, play to much on the computer and realize when it's too late that it's time for dinner. We try to gather together as a family before bed and say our family prayers. Then the little ones are tucked in with a prayer, a song and a drink. And it must be in that order. I fall in bed about 10:00 and generally think of all the things I should have accomplished but didn't because I was to lazy to get it all done.