My Life Is Not Insta-worthy and That’s Okay

Let’s go on a walk through my house. My house in inhabited by my wife and I and three small humans that we’ve created over the last twelve+ years of marriage. We have a gorgeous kitchen table with a distressed look that would be perfect for posting various pictures to Instagram. But in reality our table is always covered with a plastic table cloth to make cleaning up daily spills an easier task. If you dare to peek underneath the table you will find the remnants of breakfast. And maybe lunch. And maybe dinner. Trying to keep the floor under the table clean is akin to Sisyphus…