Stay at home momming is the hardest thing I have ever done. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it.
My whole life I assumed that I would be a stay at home mom and raise all the perfect babies and have the perfectly clean house. Why in hell did I think that? Who told me that? That certainly wasn’t how I grew up.
They make it look so easy. Commercials, billboards, mommy bloggers with all the know hows, beautiful friends with their beautiful babies posed beautifully on their couch not covered in cheerios with their 5 month sticker on their onsie…
I don’t do that. I have two kids, 5 and almost 2. I’m lucky if I survive a whole week.
There is no secret formula. There is no one answer.
If only I get up every morning at 6:00
If only I make the bed first thing
If only I make this chore chart
If only I work out everyday
It’s just not that simple or easy. It’s lonely, it’shard, it’s exhausting.
Making sure the five-year-old can spell her name and knows her birthday, following the two-year-old around the house while she messes up literally EVERYTHING you just cleaned… it never ends.
I’m not good enough. I never will be. I can’t do it all. Not today. I can’t make everyone happy and still have time for myself.
So what? What is the answer?
Knowing that it won’t ever be good enough… by your own standards.
My kids have no idea. They just know that they’re fed and happy. They have no idea that I am up at 6:00 just so I can write uninterrupted. They have no idea that I feel like I have failed them. They’re just content. They know they are loved. They are so loved. So loved that everyday I get up and do it over and over again. So loved that I hide my insecurities from them and read them that extra bed time story even though I am so tired I can’t see straight. So loved that I will spend my last penny on whatever they need and make sure they don’t see my struggle. They have a great life. Not just one, but two parents who love them unconditionally… which unfortunately isn’t the case for so many children.
Sometimes I even let her pass out on my bed in her ballet outfit and let her ruin the sheets while she’s working on her “science book”. That’s what she knows. That’s what she will remember.
You are good enough, momma. Stop comparing yourself to the friend with the perfect instagram filter… she doesn’t have her shit together, either. I promise you. There is no one answer, believe me if I knew it I would do it and tell you over and over again. Just be okay with being okay. Forgive yourself everyday and just continue to love the mess out of those crazy life-draining babies. They’re worth it. And so are you.