The grass is only greener cause its fake.

Hi all. I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog and about how people might perceive this life from what I write and what I choose to show. A few things have prompted me to do this. One of them is this recent Facebook post by artist Tracy Verdugo:

https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Ftracy.verdugo%2Fposts%2F10208170819250353&width=500

And also this one by blogger Kate Ulman:

http://www.foxslane.blogspot.com.au/2016/02/schools-in.html

and I realized that I can never show the truth of this life through my blog, because you’ll only ever get the benefits of what I choose to include, and from my perspective. Often that’s the highlight reel – because not often do we sit down and feel inspired to write about the aweful days, the boring days, the days we yelled at the kids, had no money, sat on the couch all day and did nothing because we felt sorry for ourselves. Those don’t make good blog posts!

But as I sit here, having just paid $900 on a surprise car repair, not sure how we will survive the next fortnight with petrol and food and bills and feed for the animals; and I want to express this to you:

We FIGHT LIKE HELL for this life.

Everyday, we fight like hell, for the life you read about on this blog. you might not see it. It might look idyllic, and tranquil, and creative and colourfully carefree. Do not – DO NOT – for a second think that that’s how it is 100% of the time.

What you wont see is the days I couldn’t pay the bills. The days I overdrew our account – AGAIN. The days Ben sweated all the way home from work with the fuel light on because we had no money to fill the car. The nights I woke at 4am having a full-blown panic attack about how we would get through this fortnight. The days I was so stressed I snapped and yelled at the poor bewildered girls because I just couldn’t deal anymore. The day I kicked the goat because it yanked the chain through my tired, chapped, freezing cold hand and it HURT. BAD. The day I STOLE 5 cent pieces from my 6 year old’s money box to buy an 85 cent loaf of bread.

You wont see any of that.

But it’s there. I promise you, it’s there. Our life is no different from yours so don’t you ever – EVER – envy us and wish we could swap lives, ok? It’s a bloody good life, but I have 99 problems JUST. LIKE. YOU. I promise. When we moved here, I gave up a job I adored, our family support network, a nice little house we owned, and THOUSANDS of dollars, to live here. In a rented cottage that’s falling down around our ears, on one income, on my own a lot due to Ben’s demanding work hours, on this bloody farm with all these bloody hungry animals and these two bloody wild kids.

And I love it. But I struggle EVERY DAMN DAY to do it.

So I wont often write posts like this, dear reader, because it’s not what this blog is about for the most part! But don’t you ever forget: We’re real. Just like you. Our life aint no fairy tale. We’re flawed and we’re broke and sometimes we eat junk food and feel guilty that we’re really shitty parents and “what-the-hell-have-we-done?!”

Somedays it’s sun-drenched paddocks, and warm happy kids on the hearth infront of the fire. Somedays it’s final notices, and cracked radiator hoses, and tantrums, and sweat and tears.

That’s life. That’s the truth.

xx

 

 

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One thought on “The grass is only greener cause its fake.

  1. oh love, i hear ya!!
    some days are harder than anything i ever imagined but then the sun comes out and others fill me with so much joy i can scarcely contain it and believe that this is my life.
    wishing you more of the latter. so many more.
    xx

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