Reality is in the Details

I posted this picture on Instagram today because I thought it was pretty.

It rained hard all day long today so the boys and I needed an extra project to do indoors. Naturally, we made marshmallows. Because, why not? I made a hot chocolate mix courtesy of Martha Stewart and put it all together for an afternoon snack. It sounds dreamy. Even to me.

The reality is, in order to take this picture, I had to shove a tower of dirty lunch dishes into the sink, and do a substantial crop job to avoid showing my kitchen floor which was covered in toys and kinetic sand. I was also ignoring my kids who kept calling my name. Furthermore, that mug in the top corner...it got dumped in the sink because the kid who was supposed to receive it threw an enormous fit over his school work. No work = no treats.

All this to say, don't believe everything you see.

Also, it turns out, it's never too wet to go outside.

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