Hey. Hi! Welcome to June. While I got a chance to snuggle with lots of itsy bitsy babies this week, they didn’t distract me from the insanity that’s been my life as a mom of 2 school age munchkins. One thing I can’t emphasize enough? As parents, you will always have to make tough decisions about your kids. Birth is just the beginning, you guys.
I have a preteen who hates me in one breath, and can’t get enough love from me in the next. I can be doing her hair in the morning while she cries about both putting up her hair and leaving it down; she will hate both options and her inability to choose leads to a crisis of epic proportions.
So, dear moms, here’s what I need to confess this week:
- My biggest weakness as a mom is that my kids haven’t ever taken proper swimming lessons. It’s literally the only thing I feel guilty about. This summer isn’t very likely to change that; not because I don’t want to figure out how to make them work, but my kids are, for some reason, throwing huge fits about taking swimming lessons.
- Yesterday I was at my breaking point with figuring out summer, trying to make sure the kids have good educational opportunities for next year, and advocating for some things on the state level. It got so bad that I had to tell the kids that I needed to be left alone before I had a complete breakdown. I was ready to snap; thankfully, I didn’t snap.
- We are a full load of dishes behind this week. I’ve gotten very good at washing my hands in the perfect place so that water cascades down the piles of dirty dishes and stays in the sink rather than spilling all over the counter.
- I was so thankful that it was rainy today. We have a rule in my house: movies are for rainy days and sick days. Thank goodness today was a rainy day; the kids stayed entertained with Despicable Me 2 while I fielded half a dozen phone calls.
- I fed the family spinach patties for dinner.
- I have been so busy that I ran out of Sertraline refills and have yet to find time to fix the situation. Big huge FAIL in the mental health and self-care category, but at least I’m doing miles better than I was last year and actually seeing a therapist weekly. I’ll get the refill soon, though.
There ya go. See? I’m not the perfect mom or the perfect person. I’m breathlessly waiting for the weekend, for the full moon to pass, and for everything to fall into place. If you need even more reassurance, head on over to check out Anna’s, the creator of #RealMomConfessions, confessions.