First there's the lovely Sunday brunch at my friend Julie's house, as shown in those top four snaps (seriously, how awesome is their house??), followed by scenes from Saturday's trip to Wall's Family Farm to cut down our Christmas tree (a first for the Taylor fam), then there's the bits of holiday decor around the house, and, last but not least, a few shots from my whirlwind overnight trip to NYC last week for work (mostly schlepping around town in the freezing cold, but we did manage to squeeze in a stop at the perfect DwellStudio flagship store, a meal at the fantastic Zoë, and the best margarita I've ever consumed at ABC Kitchen). Based on photographic evidence, we could just leave it at a lovely/splendid/fantastic few days and leave it at that.
But I try to be a real deal gal, and, well, that's not the real deal... Or at least not all of it.
Here's what's not captured in those photos above: the mountain of unfolded laundry occupying the chair in our bedroom, the broken dishwasher, Audrey's massive school project that has her freaking out, the ginormous collective move that my folks and Bryan's mom made into a new house five miles away (more on that later), the (delightful) fact that our cat thinks the window seat in the den is his new litter box (ugh), or the point last week, on the eve of my trip, when I was trying to meet a story deadline for D Home, pack, and get dressed for a double dinner date/joint birthday celebration dinner with dear friends (oh and I had to be up at 4:00 a.m. the next morning to make my flight), when I had a total melt down (think heart racing, palm sweating, full-blown anxiety attack action). It wasn't pretty.
I know in the whole scheme of things, these are first-world problems. I have a comfortable home, plenty of food, a loving family and dear friends, an interesting job, health, safety. I am beyond blessed. But I still felt like I was losing my mind. And I share this not because I want to be a Debbie Downer or ruin your Tuesday or make you feel sorry for me... I'm sharing because I know we're all dealing with this whirlwind, this balancing act that has you feeling like your spectacularly average at everything and stellar at nothing (or maybe that last part's just me), and just posting the pretty photos when there was so much more going on behind them seemed inauthentic and (given how far you guys have come with me) unfair.
The good news is the meltdown, well, melted away (as all melt downs tend to do), helped along by some prioritizing (i.e. deal with the dishwasher later, reschedule dinner), understanding and supportive friends, a few deep breaths, some perspective, food (the fact that I have a tendency to get "hangry" was likely not helping matters), and (most important) an immensely lovely husband that patiently guided me through all of the above.
Onto a new week friends...Oh but my damn dishwasher is still broken.