Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk…or Coffee
So earlier this week I cried “over spilled milk”, literally…and spilled coffee, and poop-in-diaper overnight diaper rash, and pee behind the toilet, and lost keys, and pouring rain with no umbrella, and frizzy hair!! After hours of Sunday night prep in attempt to avoid another chaotic morning, that was my Monday. It was one of those days where it just really upset me. I felt like a big fat, unorganized, mess of a crappy mom/woman/person. Why did I slack over the weekend? Why haven’t I potty trained Essa yet? Why can’t I teach Abe to aim his morning tinkle? Why is my house so chaotic that I can’t find one of the 100 umbrellas that we own??? I guess I’m a little hard on myself because the truth is, I still kinda have some of that working mom remorse that I thought I was over. It’s that guilt I get knowing that 9-10 hours of my day is spent away from my family and home… the feeling of being a “part-time” mom… the fantasy that those “full-time” moms have it all together. These notions I’ve had are part of what motivated me to start this blog. I am out to prove to myself and others that the work-life balance is within our reach!
After a long day of work, I took some time to reflect on my way to pick up the boys. Sometimes I just need to remind myself, I’m NOT a “part-time” mom. I’m a 100%, full time, grade A, Mother of a Mom! I work to support my family and teach them the value of hard work. No matter hard I work, I need to accept that there’s always going to be some level of chaos and mess that I can’t control, that’s life! So all you hard working people my advise is to own your mess…love your mess…be your mess… because spilled milky mess is beautiful too
Till next time, I’ll leave you with some of my boys’ most infamous beautiful messes!