What I am not {and who i am}

I'm an avid blog reader....errrr addict.  I love reading other blogs about natural living, homesteading, being a parent, homeschooling, oh golly the list could go on.  And then it happens, the comparison.  "I'm not that good" "She's got it all together, what am I doing wrong" "Why don't my kids act like that".  I start doubting myself, sliding into a depression of I'm not doing a good enough job.  And then out of the blue, I get a facebook message asking how I've done something that I've posted about, or questions about homeschooling, or a "oh wow, what you are doing is what we are working towards for a future goal".  Internet is funny, you can paint yourself to be whatever you want to be.  While I share my dreams, ambitions, goals, and things we are striving for, I don't want to paint myself as a perfect person because I fall...fall hard...daily, usually hourly.  So this is what I am not:

* I am not a perfect Mom.  Days like yesterday...I just wanted out.  The whining, the constant peeing in the pants, the messy house, the laundry that never ends.  I just couldn't do it.  So when I had the opportunity to bring the baby to the Chiro (first appointment for an 8 month old!), I grabbed her up and jetted.

* My kid (I have 2 but youngest has no interest in TV) watches too much TV.  I try to set limits...and most of the time I fail.

* I can't cook.  If you follow me on facebook, you are probably thinking what?!? (As I like to post kitchen creations)  When I was little, I had no interest in cooking.  I stayed clear of the kitchen until forced to set the table or make the tea.  (I was the queen at making sweet tea) To this day, I HAVE to have a recipe.  I'm just n.o.w. barely getting to the point of experimenting and just "putting something together".  And I mean, like in this past month.

* I'm a failure wife.  I get mad easy, have a short temper, and let things fester inside of me.

* My house is never clean.  There might be one room that's clean, but quick, take a picture, because the next instant it won't.  I don't remember a time when everything was really put in its place.  Usually my kitchen looks like this

And rarely does it look like this:

* I crave organization and structure, but severely lack both.  

{and who i am}

* I am a Mom, a Mom that loves to love on her girls every second of my life.  A Mom that has to take life one day at a time, sometimes one breath at a time to make it to the next second or day.  A Mom that tries to make the best decisions, and when I fail, I try to learn from my failures.  Sometimes more frequently than I wish.  

* I am a wife that is married to an amazing man that I don't deserve.  I know He still loves me at the end of the day, no matter what harsh words may come from my tongue. A man that will always embrace me when I hang my head low, muttering an apology, or telling him about some stupid thing I've done.  

* I am a daughter to the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords.  The ONE that takes my broken pieces, and make something beautiful of it.