Keeping It Real

At least once every couple of weeks two things happen: someone will comment about what a wonder woman or inspiration I am and I will fail spectacularly at some aspect of life.  Clearly there is a disparity – sometimes of chasm proportions – between people’s perceptions of me and my reality.

I absolutely do not set out to convince people that I am some sort of incredible individual who has all of her ducks in neat and pretty serried rows.  Each and every time someone compliments me, I am flabbergasted and don’t really know how to respond because it is unexpected.  And also because I have never really learned how to graciously accept a compliment.  Anyway, I am not deliberately presenting a facade to the world or hiding my shortcomings from public view but somehow, nevertheless, people have this perception of me that is far removed from the reality.

When I first started blogging (over four years ago!), I made a promise to myself that I would “keep it real” on this blog.  My original intention had been to maintain the blog as a sort of diary of my early experiences of life in a new country so it would have totally undermined the purpose had I finessed the truth.  Obviously I now maintain my blog(s) for other reasons but I still hold to that aim of presenting the reality of what my experiences are, sometimes red in tooth and claw.  Clearly, I don’t write about the mundane reality of my everyday life.  My readers don’t need to know that my sock orphanage, where all the unaccompanied single socks accumulate, is currently a mountainous stockpile.  Nor do they need to know that I spend every single weekday morning yelling the same script at my children who must surely be bored by now of my voice loudly hectoring them to put on shoes and coats and pick up backpacks and lunch bags.  I yell so loudly that I understood entirely why my new neighbours, when we first moved into our house, knew the name of my youngest son without the need for introductions.

People seem to perceive me as being super-organised, efficient, a fantastic time-keeper, with an ability to juggle multiple and varied draws on my free time while somehow, miraculously, still having time for art and other hobbies.  Many of those things used to be true of me.  Before I had kids, I was anal retentive with my organisation and punctuality.  I was notorious for my To Do spreadsheets and my colour-coded everything.  However, as my life became more complex, I had to choose between maintaining that level of efficiency or my sanity .  These days I am still a massive control freak but one who regularly freaks out amid the chaos I have little to no control over.

The truth is that I am perpetually frazzled, am prone to yelling because I am apparently hard-wired to associate assertiveness with volume, and frequently over-scheduled.  I experience regular spikes of anxiety because of running late or barely making it on time when punctuality is one of my neuroses.  I juggle many balls and fail to keep them all in the air.  Frequently I drop the ones that can safely bounce; regularly I drop the ones that smash and need cleaning up; and ever so often I just drop all the balls everywhere.

And the truth about how I find time for my hobbies, especially art, isn’t that I am massively efficient with my time or am spectacularly whizzy at getting things done – though I do work fast.  The truth is that I make time for those things by sacrificing other things ranging from dusting to TV viewing to sleep.  I confess I sacrifice dusting a lot.  Furthermore, there are times when my scheduling of “me time” goes spectacularly wrong – such as times when we end up having the most random, cobbled together dinners because I forgot to prep a key ingredient in advance.

I am often in the midst of a scheduling mess.  Back in November, I had a day where I had to be in three places at once.  I am used to problem solving being in two places at once but three was just too much.  It was head-imploding crazy.  And then my oldest son asked if he could be dropped off at the cinema as if it was no big deal to add in being in a fourth place at once.  Clearly my kids think I have super powers too.

Then there was the day when I was already up against it at the thought of having to get my two youngest sons to the orthodontist for 3.30 only to receive a phone call asking where we were since the first appointment was actually 1.30.  This necessitated me dropping everything – literally since I was doing laundry at the time –  quickly organising myself while calling the school secretary to ask for the boys to be whipped out of their classrooms and ready and waiting for me at reception, and driving rapidly to the school to pick them up, and then to the orthodontists’ office.

And, in another orthodontist related example, there was the recent day when my youngest son finished getting his braces fitted at 3pm only to have snapped them by 4pm simply by fidgeting with the wires.  Coincidentally, he snapped them at precisely the minute that the orthodontist is supposed to close up shop for the weekend.  We quickly dashed back to the office in the hopes they had not totally packed up and gone home, which luckily they had not.  I cannot tell a lie – yelling was involved.

Yes, as previously stated, I am a yeller.  I yell a lot.  My kids turn it into white noise so I don’t know why I do it.  Cathartic primal screaming maybe.  When Pennsylvania experienced an earthquake on 30 November, for a fraction of a second I thought it may have been caused by my frustrated rage at supervising hideous mathematics homework.

So, yeah, I am not some wonder woman or role model of togetherness.  I will keep accepting praise and compliments when they are given but – for the sake of keeping it real – please know that my successes are absolutely balanced out by my failures.


23 thoughts on “Keeping It Real

  1. This is why you are inspiring! ( : Seriously, glimpsing the bits of your life behind the art you produce and the wonderful family escapades you engineer has always made me smile. I appreciate that you note how you use bits of time to complete your art and that sometimes pieces take multiple days. Now I’ll add yelling to the soundtrack for a complete picture. Truly, thanks for all of your sharing.

  2. Yelling is a good thing. You ventilate what you need to ventilate and don’t accumulate the negative emotion inside (which I do because I don’t yell). And sacrificing dusting for a hobby? You’re my role model!

    • It would be a miracle but I think I probably yell a lot even for my context. It’s about volume rather than anger but my kids still don’t listen. I’m at umpteen decibels and I’m still white noise to them.

  3. Well, as a mother of only one who yells a lot and has plans to yell in half an hour (when my son comes home after the counselor called to tell me he snapped and threw a kid’s phone against a wall till it shattered), I am in awe of how you can juggle everything (perfectly or imperfectly). Just being married is hard enough, then throw in a gaggle of boys and all of their demands, and I think that’s why wine is often involved for so many moms. 😉 Props to you for being real. We are all hot messes, sister.

    • Being a parent is hard whether you have one kid or multiple. Apart from maybe scheduling, I don’t imagine my parenting life is any more challenging than yours for a minute. And heck yes to wine. A bottle of wine being opened each Friday evening is my weekly treat/reward.

  4. I’m with you on the “Keeping it Real” remark. I worry sometimes that my artwork seems too “perfect” on my posts. I don’t for a second want to contribute to any stress people may feel from looking at post of perfect people. So I post photos of me working – even when I have paint or glue in my hair. The other day I messed up a drawing in one of my sketchbooks and I’m going to post it anyway. People might as well be assured that I’m not perfect. I applaud you on taking care of yourself – and enjoying the wine! I enjoy a good wine too – and I only have 4 footed Fur Children! Lol!

    • Everyone’s lives are busy and hectic and challenging and rewarding and fantastic in their own way. I just know I’m often struck by how people present themselves online and how I know them to be in real life and that’s not something I subscribe to. I may choose to omit elements of my life from public view and perusal but I do not wish to build a facade. That’s why I post the failed art works and why I mention my kids rebelling against activities and why I wrote this post.

  5. I wonder if people’s responses to your life skills is like my response to your art: You take me behind the scenes, showing me what would otherwise be invisible, which makes me appreciate the visible part more.

    Just a hunch.

  6. Aaah, Laura… Even with this look behind the scenes, I still can’t help but be in awe of you! I get that same feeling of drowning in all the things I think I should be doing, and I don’t even have a family or pets to think about! That said, I do appreciate this “warts and all” post – it’s a relief to know that I’m not the only one who’s letting the dusting slide in favour of creative pursuits 😉

    • My post was provoked by an observation that there are a couple of people I know who portray themselves on social media as being completely different from how they are in real life. It made me wonder about how I present myself given how often people compliment me. I hope this post balances out any where I seem to be in complete control of every aspect of my life.

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