Most days, I wear my unwashed hair up in an alligator clip. My bangs are only ever cute for two weeks, because I’m too lazy to trim them and they end up being long and swooshed over like Kelly Kapowski’s huge bangs.
I throw on ratty tank tops and pajama shorts during the day, because most of what I do on a weekly basis does not require actual clothes.
None of my dish ware matches. Most of the time, my sink is fully of dirty dishes and cups, because we don’t have a dishwasher and I cook a lot.
The dinners I make are easy because I’m tired by 5:30 pm, and sometimes we just get Wendy’s because it’s 4 blocks down from our house.
I love the smell of non-organic, regular ol’ chemical cleaners, and I use them to clean our living space.
I eat a lot of gluten.
I kinda don’t care if the floor is dirty, but I mop it because I don’t want people to judge me.
I really like to listen to Enya and Owl City.
I’m into succulents, but I usually can’t keep them alive, so I sometimes buy the fake ones from Michaels in the sealed displays because I can never kill them.
My dog and I don’t get along very well. He makes me angry most of the time because he follows me everywhere and ruins my stuff. In the 5 years Daniel and I have been married, everything Titan has chewed up has been mine, with the exception of one of Abe’s toddler skates.
I don’t pray for others as often as I should because I fail to remember, or feel too overwhelmed to believe that God can take on what I have to tell him.
Sometimes I get pushed to my breaking point and mess up with Abe; I’ve yelled at him in the middle of the Wal-Mart parking lot. I have to do a lot of apologizing.
There are days when I’d rather spend all of my time hiding on my phone instead of interacting with humans because I’m afraid of people, and I think technology will love me more (even though I end up feeling more isolated and miserable than I did before).
A couple of times a month, I lay awake late at night after everyone’s asleep and sob hard into my pillow, thinking of all the terrible things that might happen to my family.
I still expect Daniel to read my mind sometimes, and get mad at him when he doesn’t.
The more pregnant I get, the more I let Netflix watch my kid because I just don’t have any energy.
I pin way more projects on Pinterest than I will ever actually do.
There’s probably a lot more I could add to that list up there, but that’s all I can think of at the moment and you get the idea. I’m not just sharing that list for the sake of coming across as uber “genuine” or anything. I wanted to write that list down and put it out there for whoever reads it because I know that my Instagram and Facebook life does not always reflect my real life. In the past year, I’ve worked really hard to be as honest as I can be with whoever is listening, but I still fail and can get caught up in the curation of an image. I know I reserve a lot of the truth talk for my more serious posts and articles, but the real-ness of my life can still get lost in translation through the cute pictures and funny anecdotes that riddle my social media feeds. I truly enjoy sharing the sweet and savory moments of my day, but every now and then I’ll get a comment on something that makes me ask myself, “Wait… does that person actually think my life is always like this?” It’s a good reminder to make sure I’m letting you see all of me, while still being appropriate and using discretion when necessary.
So there ya have it. That stuff up there… you’re typically not gonna see any of it on Instagram, but it’s the truth, and it’s okay if you see it.
What about you? What are the things we don’t always get to see?