Don’t Let the
WRITTEN BY Ilissa Goman, BINX • Photos Provided
Picture it: I was at Target the day before
The Petite Retreat (TPR) last October. I was there to pick up a birthday present for a party starting in less than an hour (and I still had to run it back to my house to get it to my daughter to bring to the party that her grandma was bringing her to!), and I needed to grab some last-minute supplies for TPR. My phone rings. It’s my husband video-calling me, so I pick up to hear, “Look what she did!! I can’t believe she did this.
She’s not going to that birthday party!” My 3-year-old daughter is yelling, “Daddy’s mad at me,” in the background. In the 10 minutes my husband was outside loading up his truck with my junk for Petite Retreat drop-off, my daughter had taken a pair of scissors out of the supply bucket and had given herself a lovely hair chop. She basically had cut her bangs right to the scalp and took an awkward chunk of hair off the side. I told him calmly to get her ready for the party; she was definitely going to it. One day this past summer, I was walking downstairs after a quick shower and thought to myself, “Yum, it smells like everything bagels in here!” Uhhh, except we don’t have everything bagels. I round the corner to discover that my daughter has garlic-powdered our living room while dancing proudly. If you look over my social media accounts (or anyone else’s for that matter), you’d probably notice a few things–I like to call them “Pinterest perfection (or fails), Instagram prettiness, and Facebook fake lives.” When you talk to your friends in person, their lives are not really like what they’re posting on social media. Their lives
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