Ok, I have all these pretty and creative photos of my life, but they are all telling lies. You want to see my life?

My life is the dirty socks on the floor in the perimeter of the photo. It’s trying to keep the dog from licking the bathwater off the baby. It’s trying to keep the baby from unraveling my knitting faster than I can make it. It’s the taco stain on my shirt that I can’t get out. My life is the fact that you can see so much cleavage because I didn’t get a spare moment to put my book away after nursing the baby. It’s also the sprained ankle I went to the ER with at 2am on Saturday (it’s soaking in the tub here). My life is also the 2 year old that is NOT in this picture that is doing God knows what. It’s also the half hour I will spend cleaning up what she is doing when I find it.