I’ll start this off by saying if you’re the parent that has it together this blog probably won’t be your daily dose of reading. Parenting, in any fashion, is the hardest job to have- Especially in the society we live in.
I’m a full time student, full time mom to a little girl that can demolish a room in 3 minutes flat, step mom to a 9 year old going on 19 (oh the attitudes) and a 4 year old who swears he is a T-Rex. I’m a partner, a chef, a maid, a doctor, a chauffeur, a monster slayer, and 99% of the time referee to the fight club that exists in my house. Despite being an experienced slayer of the monsters under the bed and in the closet, I’ve fought with the pile of laundry for over a year that never seems to go away. The sink fairy doesn’t visit my house, and dishes from dinner stare at me from the kitchen. And no, Karen. Most of the food my kids eat isn’t organic. Chicken nuggies are life. My socks haven’t actually matched in almost two years, and I’ve almost completely forgotten how to style my hair. Please don’t ask what that stain is on my shirt, because I don’t have a clue. Thanks for pointing out the half chewed up Cheerio in my hair, because I’m not sure how my toddler managed that.
Society puts a different type of pressure on moms. Don’t do this, make sure you do that…. the list is never ending. And the unwanted advice from every angle can make you question your parenting. Some evenings after bedtime I trade the coffee in for a stiff drink or glass of wine because the tantrums that day took a toll on me. In the midst of catching my breath and the first bit of freedom from “Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog”, “It’s Elmo’s woooorld”, and “PAW patrol, PAW patrol, we’ll be there on the double” I can’t help but wish they were awake for five more minutes. Five more minutes of laughter. Five more minutes of watching each of my kids learn something new with the excitement twinkling in their eyes. Motherhood is strange, but we’ve got this. On the days you don’t think you do, hide in the bathroom for 15 minutes, grab some takeout for dinner (the kids will be fine, I promise), bust open that Moscato and pour yourself a glass, or whatever self care you need, and get it together. Tomorrow is a new day.
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