Does my butt look as big as hers?
Are my kids keeping up with the others?
You get the point.
I am TERRIBLE for this. I constantly find ways that others are better than me. Smarter, tidier house, proficient teachers, nicer hair, faster runner, better golfer, thinner, prettier, nicer...frankly I could keep going on. I don't know why I do this. It clearly does not make me feel any better. I try to stop myself. But, well, I do it.
I read other blogs quite frequently. I have this one in which I really love, however the woman who writes it, is ALWAYS happy. So happy in fact, I may actually have to stop reading it. She takes fabulous pictures, goes on wonderful vacations, the decor in her house looks like it's from a lived in magazine, and she writes like she's speaking right to you. I hate it. I haven't been writing in my own blog much lately and I'm going to blame it on her (who else, I can't blame myself!)
Mainly though, these constant rainy days are really getting to me. I need to go outside but my backyard is like a mudpit. This mudpit seems to be also growing in my house. Between the dogs paws and the kids/husband's shoes I can't keep control of it. I want to take pictures of Mia, but everytime I do, I get a look at the background (my filthy house) and I quickly put away the camera again.
We are also renovating. If you have ever renovated you know that this also brings many, many challenges. Of course one of them being a mess. Yes!
Anyway, I'd love some visiters. I hate being stuck inside alone. Come on over! I have the wine chilling. Oh, and don't wear something nice - you know it won't go home that way.
Marley enjoying the rain.