Confessions of a Busy Mom

Look at her! Her kids are clean cut and well behaved. Her kitchen is immaculate. Her hair is freshly done, she's in a pretty outfit and.... are those high heals? I bet her legs are shaved too. hump 

That is it!! I am tired of the pressure of trying to keep a perfect house, be the perfect mom, be the perfect wife and still walk out the house looking like I'm ready for a photo shoot. Sadly I have no one to blame for giving me this over the top, impossible to achieve, expectation. Because really, we do this to ourselves. What is with our involuntary compulsion to compare ourselves to every other mom. And not in a healthy way that celebrates our differences and uniqueness as women. But rather we do it to either puff ourselves up to say "I am a better mom" or to knock ourselves to the ground and say "I am not doing good enough." And really, who out there is brave enough to show their true colors? Who will admit that when no company is expected, their house is a mine field of toys. And when you plan to stay home for the day your outfit of choice is the pj's you wore that night and your hair gets pulled back by any means necessary.

So here I am ready to break the Good Mom Myth and lay out my dirty laundry in hopes that someone out there will feel normal.

This last week was busy, really busy.... I was tired. My husband was not home for three evenings in a row. The kids needed a bath before bed and Lexi was not done eating. So what did I do. Fed her pizza in the bath tub!

Kaden is a clingy boy, but only if he knows I'm around to cling to. The minute he sees me he come barreling over determined to be held or played with. I really needed to get something done on the computer and I was tired of him grabbing at my pant legs and wining. So I got him interested in some toys in the kids room and I snuck out...... and shut the door. (gasp) Common! It 's not like I let him cry in there. It's just kind of like "out of sight out of mind." Kaden is none the wiser and I get a few minutes of peace.

And here is the doozy. I went out the front door yesterday to get the mail making sure I closed the door behind me. Alexia has not yet mastered opening the big awkward door knobs at the front and back doors so I was not too worried. What I hadn't counted on was that she apparently learned how to lock the deadbolt. Both doors locked. No keys. No phone. Crap! Luckily it only took a few minutes to get her attention by banging on the door and she understood that I couldn't get in. She played around with the knobs until she got the right one. Lesson learned.

So if you have any not-so-perfect moments please share with me. Help me end this façade and show that the best moms don't have it all together all the time.

Alexia half dressed and totally clashing.

Hiding from me in the the grocery store

falling asleep on the floor

Left this mattress on the floor for three days and the kids loved it!