Hi. My name's Megan and I'm an insta-addict.
Tell me I'm not alone.
I just love Instagram. It's instant gratification for my nosy need to see snippets of other peoples' lives. I have to be careful not to post every minute of my day, because I have to remember that not everyone cares about every coffee I drink or amazing sale I score at Target, over sharing isn't always the best, and honestly, not every minute of my day is "grammable".
I know that isn't a word, but work with me.
When I say "grammable" I mean that it's not the carefully filtered, cropped, and staged photo that people like to see. Did you all read this? It's about what goes on behind the scenes of Instagram photos, and I kind of laughed all the way through. I like to think that what I put on Instagram is a reflection of my most put together, Pinterest worthy self, not necessarily a reflection of the disheveled banalities of my day to day life. Does that make any sense?
So here's some photos I'd normally consider posting and what was really happening in the background. I've only got a few because I really can't imagine you're all dying to see how messy my house is on a regular basis - let's keep the illusion alive, alright?
Freshly polished toes, my wedding shoes, and a carefully placed romper. This is me "organizing my closet". I put the wedding shoes on to see if they still fit (thanks, pregnancy) and they did...barely. I kicked them off a second after this photo was taken and turned back to my task.
Two feet away:
Nicely made bed, morning light, and a clean master bedroom...
Got one bathroom counter all clean and organized.
Ten feet away in the next bathroom:
We found this one morning and figured Olivia had played around with this particular roll of toilet paper the evening before. This led to an in depth discussion about the statute of limitations for toddler crimes and how long between the crime and discovery of the crime is too long to administer a gentle scold. Thoughts?
Had enough of the crappy photos? Me too.
Tell me I'm not alone, though. Tell me you guys find blueberries under your ottomans that are at least four days old, and that you wear giant sunglasses not to be stylish, but to cover the bags under your eyes and hide the fact that makeup lost out to coffee in the battle of priorities that morning. Tell me you all aren't living "grammable" lives 24/7.