My mouth is agape at a beautiful quilt that my FB friend has sewn and shared pictures of. It's stunning, really. The seams are perfect, the edging is flawless and the fabric is beautiful.
I sigh wistfully as I click through her pictures. And several thoughts go through my mind.
1. She finished a quilt today. I threw away a perfectly good shower curtain because it had, well, poop on it.
2. Her quilt is laid beautifully across the floor. My floor may just have poop on it.
3. She lovingly has a family heirloom to pass down to her children one day and her grandchildren may very well fondly come to think of it as "Bubby's/Savta's/Grandma's Quilt." Me? Does an old t-shirt we bought at the Playmobil museum in Florida count as an heirloom? No, that most decidedly does not have poop on it. Probably.
FB is dangerous. It makes us see what others have, and immediately our minds go to what we are missing. You have to be a strong one to surf FB and not be jealous or intimidated by other mothers who obviously (according to their chipper Status Lines) "Did all the laundry, washed the floors (with a toothbrush!), went to the gym, did all the homework with their kids, and lost 5 lbs! And it's only 9am!"
I am content in my roll of MOBs, really! It's just that sometimes I sigh and dream of being a MOGs. Just for a few minutes. Where one can go into the bathroom and actually use the bathroom without having to clean it first.
A girl can dream, can't she?
