Social Media Reality
When I wake up in the morning the heavens open up and the Angels sing. My breath smells like a fresh flower and not a hair is out of place on my head. Birds sing to me while I make my morning coffee and unicorns come out of my butt.
At least that’s what you’d think if you looked at my Facebook page.
You will see photos of my family on vacation, smiling and laughing. You will see my daughter winning awards at gymnastic meets around the country. You will see adorable pictures of my son playing basketball and getting MMA medals. You might even see us out to eat as a family or playing outside with our dogs and cat on a warm day.
You don’t see any photos of the hour long fight my two precious Angels had on the way to that dream vacation. No vidoes are posted of the fight they had in the car on the way to Disney World about who could see the streaming movie about an annoyingly cold princess better. Nor will you see a cute comment about the fight they had, while in a line as long as Texas in Universal Studios, to ride a 3D ride that felt eerily like my sister in law’s driving. You might not see any posts about the tiff my husband and I had about the kids stepping on our feet, or the 29 things I counted I could push him off of while pouting over our little argument.
On a side note whoever thought they were being clever when they invented a room with two beds and one bathroom should be tarred and feathered! Four people were not meant to share one bathroom. Not to mention, if I don’t want to share a bed with you, I certainly don’t want to share a toilet seat or a shower drain full of your hair. Ok, back to the point.
I don’t usually post the videos of my daughter face planting when trying to learn a new skill a gymnastics. Although they are quite amusing at times. I don’t post the pictures of Maddux getting pinned by a girl twice his size at MMA. And I defiantly don’t post the reason we went out to eat as a family that magical night was because no one went grocery shopping and I had used the oven earlier that day to hide the stuff I pulled out of the kids book bags all week and hadn’t bothered to read yet.
I’ve always posted to Facebook the happy stuff and thought “I just want to stay positive, for other people’s sake. They don’t want to read my drama or hear my problems.” That’s BS. Other people’s problems are way funnier than your own. I don’t laugh AT other people, I laugh with them of course. If you read this blog for any length of time you will notice the unfortunate string of events that happen in our lives. Most of them are quite funny, all of them we get through, some of them more annoying than others. That’s why God gave me wine, or at least sour grapes so I could make my own.
When Life Hands You Grapes….Don’t Post it on Facebook, or Instagram (That’s Snapchat Material).
When Life Hands You Grapes by Michelle Murrill 
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