How Embarrassing

My entire family has been sick with a cold again this week. That combined with us having been cautioned to keep the twins away from large crowds has kept us home from many of the weekly activities we used to attend. Weekends are nice because my husband is home to help with the kids, but bad because the housework seriously suffers. (I need a break too right?)

Last Sunday around 4:00 in the afternoon a young man from our church stopped by to see how we were doing since we hadn't been in awhile. At the moment he rang the doorbell, my husband and I were sitting in our pajamas in our living room, which looked like a tornado had just blown through it. My hair was disheveled and I had no makeup on and neither of us had managed to shower yet. I had one baby I was trying to feed, my husband had the other that he was trying to feed, my 18 month old (also still in her pajamas) was throwing a tantrum, and my four year old was jumping up and down as though high on some sort of unknown substance and asking repeatedly for a sucker. You would think that the stranger at the door would slow some of this down; however, it had the opposite effect. Everything became louder and more chaotic.

The poor guy, who has only been married a few months, had a look on his face like he wanted to get away as fast as he could. He stayed a few moments to complete the reason for his visit and then he hightailed it home. As soon as I shut the front door, my husband and I just looked at each other and started laughing. We could only imagine what he thought of what he had seen. We are sure he went home to his new bride and informed her that they were not going to have children any time soon.

Oh well, most days we are presentable and the house is semi-clean, but no one is perfect. I think it is the imperfect moments that create the most memorable memories.

EMBRACE YOUR IMPERFECTIONS!!