It was in reference to the a woman at the Flower & Garden Show in Seattle that she attended today. The woman had some mason jar/super-glue/glass bowl garden decoration on display and DID NOT want it photographed. I thought... wow, really? You have it on display... at a HUGE show... that is all about displays and order forms and people snapping photos left and right. It's meant to inspire people and get them motivated.... and yes, bring in some sales too.
And I think about this blog post - what I really want to talk about and no - "no pictures, please."
I have had the darnedest time finding someone to provide relief with the kiddos during the day... during the week. I had been looking in all the wrong places (mostly facebook forums and military spouse networks)... and I found some fabulous candidates on SitterCity (thank you DOD for paying the membership fees for our family).
This evening, a marvelous young lady came to our home (and her mother - cause she is very smart young lady and should not go to meet someone for the first time alone). They are both marvelous by-the-way....
Wanting to put the best foot forward and knowing that they would arrive after-naps (the worst time imaginable for our kids behavior) - do you make the house spotless or just really show them how you live?
Reality vs. something unattainable on a daily basis?
I went with reality - I went with "No Pictures, Please!" - she should like us for "us," right? The kids are exuberant and there are toys strewn about and yes, I swept and did a quick mop in the kitchen... but this is what our house looks like on a regular basis and these are our kids. Welcome to our home.
It was a risky move. I had laundry stacked (mostly folded) in the playroom... but you know, there's always laundry stacked there... I'm ALWAYS doing laundry... there were a few dirty dishes... but you know, there are a ALWAYS a few dirty dishes.... there was some dog hair clumped in random corners... but there is ALWAYS dog hair.
Love it or hate it - this is us. This is our home.
It's a relaxed place and the kids are kids. I do my best... but my best is not perfect... not by a long shot.
I am so incredibly happy to report that she liked us... her mom liked us... I hope, I think... I hope... I hope and hope... but regardless, she agreed to come back and will be helping me with the kids so I can work. Really and truly work.
I am doing my happy dance over and over and over and over. Dance, dance, dance!