A few of my readers have suggested I get on the Instagram bandwagon. To be fair I’ve thought about it, but one more social media thing to keep track of may make my head actually explode and I’d hate to leave my husband with that kind of mess to clean up. There’s also the time factor as most days I feel like I can barely keep up with Facebook and my sad little Twitter feed.
And even if I did have Instagram, I guarantee you wouldn’t want to follow me. Allow me to explain to you 7 pictures I would post to help you understand why you should be thankful I am not on the ole Insta.
Picture: Poopy diaper
Caption: Who can guess what we had for dinner last night?
Picture: The coagulated grossness beneath the crisper drawers in my fridge
Caption: Behold the tears of a thousand sad and unused vegetables.
Picture: My two-year-old with chocolate smeared all over her face
Caption: Yay! I don’t have to make dinner tonight!
Picture: Me with half a doughnut in my mouth
Caption: Kids had oatmeal. I love being a grown-up!
Picture: A six-inch tendril of snot hanging from my son’s nostril
Caption: Anyone have the number for the World Record people? I think I have a contender.
Picture: My yoga pants with seven holes in them
Caption: Can I still get away with wearing these in public?
Picture: My unshaven legs
Caption: Don’t judge me. I’m growing my winter coat.
When everyone’s going around the table announcing what they’re thankful for in a few weeks, keep the fact I don’t have Instagram in mind just in case you can’t come up with anything else.