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I fell into that familiar social media black hole of gorgeous things and beautiful people, and before I had time to tweet my latest Instagram, I was feeling particularly small. You know how it goes. Smaller. Uglier. Less fashionable. Incapable. Totally failing at motherhood.
On Pinterest, I see pretty food that I will never pull off.
On Facebook, an old friend with four kids lists all the things crossed off her to-do list. It’s still the morning. All I've accomplished today is remembering to give the kids their vitamins.
I look at blog posts and I see gorgeous pictures of well-decorated homes. They remind me that we've lived here over two years and the walls are still bare.
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And running through my head the whole time is a quiet rant. “I can't handle this. I am so stressed. How will I ever get it all done? The kids need to eat. And, look at the crumbs on the floor! And someone feed the damn dog!”
It goes on like this until I stop myself and think about what I've learned in my nearly five years as a blogger.
