“I entirely failed today, ” I said through weepings to my husband. “I felt like I was run out like a chicken with its manager cut off. The house is a mess. We scarcely did our homework. Why is there always a huge pile of crap on the stairs that NOONE fetches up? I need a girl JUST for folding laundry. What KIND of mystical people actually get to the steps of folding it and putting away? Where do “hes living”? We need disposable clothes for the sons and disposable underwear for you too, while we’re at it! Why do I scavenge when y’all still LIVE here? What is the point? Tell me…WHAT is THE POINT ?! ”
Oh Mamas … the struggle is real! There are some epoches where we can totally rock the multitasking super mama persona and some periods where even a chef, maid and supernatural fairies couldn’t help us impede our act together!
You know what? That is okay! I predict you that there is not a SINGLE one of your yoga doing, Pinterest deserving birthday party shedding, organic snack feeding , no nighttime cliques under their seeings Mamas that have it together ALL the time.
We all have epoches where we are so tired from being up all nighttime with a sick kiddo or teething children, that Netflix has to ask us, “Keep Watching? ” Yes, Netflix…thanks for checking and inducing me feel bad. We are still watching chapter #25 of Boss Baby!
Every Mom has a day…or every day of the week that she lives in sweats and conceals when someone resounds her bell, lest someone she knows assures her looking like she hasn’t showered in three days. Maybe she hasn’t…don’t judge!
Each Mother around the world has dates where they feel like they’ve blown it. We is of the view that the one time we rendered our boys goldfish instead of Annie’s naturally colored and flavored GMO-free bunny crackers is what’s gonna cause them to revolt against all health meat and determined the pattern for their dietary habits when they’re in their 30 ’s!
We are so hard on ourselves, Mamas. We worry about what people will think of our mess, of our missteps, of our mistakes…but we ALL acquire them.
You are a GOOD Mom. You adore your children, even if you haven’t gotten to bathe the third one in a few eras and maybe febreezed his clothes as he went out the door! You desire that teething newborn, even if you wish there was a dye free, all natural permanently numbing pattern of orajel for those working long nights! You clothe them every day, to include multiple outfit changes…who do they think they are, celebrities? Who do you think is going to keep up with your 5 attire changes a era, little Suzie ?! You to be maintained fed the best you can and you added a piece of fruit with that handbag of goldfish, dang it! Dried fruit…okay it was raisins…chocolate encompassed ones!
Point is Mamas, sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying. Some epoches “youve got to” only smile and survive. Some epoches you are able to gloriously thrive and others you are required every ounce of prayer the good Lord gave you. Guess what your teenagers will recollect?
They’ll remember that you loved them like there was no tomorrow, that you cuddled up next to them on that couch, after 2.5 hours of sleep and desperately tried to follow along with the nonsensical story of Boss Baby. They’ll remember that when they cried in the middle of the night, because their tummy hurt or their toothies were coming in, you were right there or that you two are the merriment mama who decided it was perfectly acceptable to wear their swim abruptlies all day…in public…because that was the last article of clothing in their drawer!
Give yourself a breach Mom or hire a cook, maid and fairy so that you can take one for real!