Over the weekend I was texting my BFF and I mentioned that I wish I could go, but I had so much to do, real life stinks. And then I thought for a second and quickly texted again saying let me rephrase that. My real life is awesome, it is cleaning that I have a problem with.
My real life is cleaning, making dinner, a kid that bites, homework, laugh lines, chipped nail polish and the small victory of not eating any halloween candy...after halloween.
My real life is a husband who loves me, supports my SUP addiction and understands if we are having breakfast for dinner. Again.
My real life is not glamorous and its not big, but it is amazing. And I couldn't be happier.