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Oops, I spilled a bunch. That's okay because we're replacing that ugly burnt orange shag carpet. The rest of the house's carpet really needs to be replaced, too.
That's what prompted all these painting and stairwell projects -- the carpet replacement. The current carpet causes me to reconsider inviting anyone over to our home because I'm so embarrassed. The carpet is practically white (except for Sarah's). We have a chocolate lab and kids who spill and track in. Okay, the adults do that too. That and I do not like vacuuming. It's bad, yo.
Fortunately I know a carpet guy. One of the perks of being in property management.
Wow. I'm highlighting all my housekeeping inadequacies in this post. Well, not all of them. I have plenty more.
It snowed this week. Sarah snowboarded down the "hill" in our backyard on a plastic sled. She's resourceful, that girl. And a future snowboarder apparently.
Sarah loves to play in the snow. She's the only one of my kids who asks to go play in the snow. The others, when they were little, I would have to tell them to go play in the snow.
A couple times I looked out the window to watch her and she was laying face down in the snow, motionless. I watched her closely. She laid there so still. After a while I became concerned. She wasn't moving, was she injured? I was about to throw on a jacket and boots to check on her when she got up and started digging in the snow. I could see her talking to herself. Or maybe to whomever she was imagining. I admire the sense of play in that little girl.
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Here's my new mantra for authenticity: Don't play it safe. Play it real.
It's easy to play it safe. It's courageous to play it real.
Linking up with @jeannettg for InstaFriday.