Let me set it up for you:
If we were real life friends and I invited you to my house I would greet you at the door with my hair done, make-up on holding Kaylee who would be all dressed up complete with leg warmers and a coordinating headband. I would invite you into my perfectly spotless living room offering cucumber water and chilled watermelon slices and a puff of my Albuterol since I am sure if you are reading this you have CF. Yes, life in Inhaling Hope's house would look grand!
If you surprised visited me this morning without calling I would answer the door with my unwashed hair in a high ponytail, wearing a shirt that was drenched in breastmilk since I forgot to put on a breastpad when I fed Kaylee this morning. Kaylee would only be wearing her cloth diaper since she spit up said breastmilk all over her onsie. I would invite you into my living room where you would have to step over 3 different quilts I had on the floor for Kaylee to play on (why 3?!? she is the size of a small bag of rice and can't move) and dodge a pile of clean unfolded (and probably wrinkled) laundry while stepping around a pile I meant to put in the wash, but never got to it. I would only be able to offer you water from the tap where I would try to throw away the melted unopened otter pop (yes, I am 5 and was going to eat an otter pop in the morning) before you noticed since I never got around to actually eating it. Yes, life in Inhaling Hope's house would look like a big hot mess!
Basically, we love to show our best side to others which considering how I looked this morning is a good thing, but we have to remember when we are comparing ourselves to others (which we shouldn't do, but we all know we do it sometimes) that we are probably comparing our worst moments with other people's best moments.
With that said I am going to shower so I can wash the spit up out of my hair...