Dream Vs. Reality

Dream: Traveling
Reality: Traveling to the grocery store, Target, the bank and back home. And exhausted.

Dream: Fantastic career
Reality: Career shmeer. I'll never do anything as important or rewarding as what I'm doing now.

Dream: Stylish wardrobe
Reality: My kids dress better than I do. Their clothes are cheaper.

Dream: A Pottery Barn house
Reality: I will not buy a new couch until my kids are grown. And don't even try to make me.

Dream: To marry Prince Charming
Reality: Yep.

Dream: My family gobbling up my food and begging for seconds.
Reality: I'm the only one who eats seconds. And thats only because I'm pregnant and starving.

Dream: A tidy house.
Reality: Chaos.

Dreams are elusive. They come close enough to glimpse, but rarely close enough to grasp. The funny thing is that although the reality may not be as glamorous or as perfect as the dream, there's not one thing I'd change. My dreams are embodied by a small boy with freckles on his nose, a tiny girl who does everything her bother does and a new and growing life in my womb. And those dreams aren't as elusive. They are right here for me to hold and love and mother. For a little while anyways. And when they are grown, I will return to my dreams, but they won't really be dreams, they will be memories.