I get this question probably 4x a week as it relates to the transition from being a “full time working outside the home” mom to being a “mom at home full time with her kiddos” (note: I have no clue what the right PC word is for either of those two roles, so bear with me).
Honestly, most days are good. Most days I feel like we had a good time, enjoyed each other, I didn’t loose my temper (too much?) and we kept everyone alive.
Some days are really good. I feel like we rocked it. Food? Good. School work? Good. Grocery store run? Goooood.
Other days, well, I wish I could push the giant UNDO button. And in the spirit of keeping things real in mom-land, I had to share this email that I typed to two friends today after a fairly bumpy (and long) day involving a pumpkin patch field trip. You know, because life isn’t all roses and puppy dogs and heart-shaped clouds. Hopefully you can identify. If not, then get off the internet.
Without further ado:
Can I just say it wasn’t my greatest outing. Same for my chillins.
There was a moment, very early on, when I really felt like a complete failure. I’m telling you this because 1) I just need to confess and hear myself “say” it out loud and 2) because I’m all about keeping it real up in here.
I felt like the worst mom. My kids were mad at me. I was mad at me. They were out of control. I was out of control. I really wanted to just cry and drive home.
I constantly feel like I cannot do this. Everyone else seems so naturally good at this mom/parent thing, and I’m working my tail off just to pass the class. I know that’s not true, but it really feels like it.
My car is a mess. I can never find the hand sanitizer in my bag at the right time. I miss all the good photo ops. I’m constantly managing and nagging the little people to no avail. Aj is obsessed with becoming a member of any family other than her own. And on, and on.
Anyhow, thanks for remaining my friend even though I can offer you very little in return.
There you have it, folks. Sometimes it’s hard and you aren’t reading from the same sheet of music. But sometimes it’s great and you are all hitting the right notes and harmonizing. And most of the time, you sound like a junior high band.
After a brief tantrum this afternoon (thrown by yours truly), I was tasked with cleaning up the dishwasher. The inside.
Oh boy howdy - that thing is disgusting. I vow to never slam the door shut again (especially when there is glass in the top rack). I vow to clean the filter every month. I vow to try to shed less hair into it while I’m loading dishes.
Yep, like I said, disgusting.
The living room floor seems to be the preferred hangout spot today.
These eyes. They just kill me sometimes.
Well, at least one of us is getting some work done in the kitchen.
This goose had now figured out that if she uses her chin to hold things, it frees up her arms to climb. She wanders around the house all day with items tucked under her chin like this.
@amar_rama was not quite as pleased as I was that we got A&M flamingo tagged by some neighbors. #gigem
So, the first step is admitting you have a problem….I just may have gotten a little carried away at Trader Joe’s.
Rama homeschool students today: one dressed up like a blue pumpkin, the other wearing sunglasses with jammies. #stylin
So proud of my first ever French braid!