I wake up around 5:00am every morning to the smell of coffee that I had set the night before. I make sure to pick up anything that had been left the night before because it is so refreshing to start the day with a clean house. About the time I’m done with that, I start hearing the girls wake up and their feet running up the stairs to say good morning. I sit them down at the table to color or paint while I make breakfast. Breakfast usually consists of something easy, like blueberry pancakes with berry butter or a yogurt parfait with homemade granola. The girls eat it quietly with their napkins by their side to wipe up any mess they may make and then we’re ready to start the day! We fill our time with preschool, playing at the library and park, or staying home for the day doing crafts and playing with playdoh. During their nap, I take the time to prep for dinner and make sure the house is clean before my husband comes home from work, I may even get my workout in during this time. After dinner, the girls take a bath and go to bed without any fights because they are so tired from all the activities we’ve done during the day. My husband and I spend the rest of the night talking about how well our day went and cuddle up on the couch to read books before we go to bed.
Just kidding. If you can relate to everything I just said, please tell me your secrets because this is pretty much the opposite of what happens during my day. I mean, there may be some truth to it but it is mostly a dream I make up on the daily. In reality, I woke up this morning to the warm breath of my four-year-old on my face telling me to turn on a show and the girls’ breakfast consisted of peanut butter toast. As I sit here trying to type this, the girls are playing with playdoh next to me, constantly fighting on what colors they get and who gets the knife (play knife) and rolling pin first.
If there is one thing I have learned from having kids, you have to prioritize. And those priorities may change from day to day or month to month. And that, my friend, is okay. If you try to do everything, you will end up feeling defeated because it is just not possible. You know what else is okay? Moms that may have different priorities than you. On a day that my first priority is family-which means my house is probably a mess because I’m just trying to focus on the girls and my husband, leaving little attention for anything else; my friend may take her kids to the babysitter so she can clean or workout and focus on herself. There are other days that volunteering or blogging may take my number one priority so my kids are forced to be more independent and my husband may have to make dinner (gasp!) while my friend makes a five course meal for her family (not really, if I have any friends like that please let me know because I’ll be coming to your house for dinner).
I’m still learning to embrace the fact that I cannot do it all. I think this mothering generation has a completely different battle than previous generations because we constantly see pictures on social media of the ‘perfect’ mom that seems to be doing it all. Their house is always clean, their kids are always dressed in the cutest clothes, the mom poses effortlessly in a bikini—when my stomach hasn’t seen the light of day for a few years now. It’s easy to get caught up and feel like you’re failing. Those are just pictures y’all. The kitchen may be clean, but the laundry is piling up. Her bikini body may be on point, but she’s getting up before the sunrises to work out while we are getting the sleep we need. The kids may be dressed beautifully but she is in yoga pants and hasn’t washed her hair in days. You see where I’m going with this, right? We may all have different priorities at some point but we all have something in common—we can’t do it all.
We are all in this mommy journey together and I don’t know about you but I don’t have time to dislike anyone because their #1 is my #3 for the week.
So, to the moms with the clean homes, the bikini bods or the beautifully dressed kids, let’s all get together, drink wine and talk about the things we aren’t keeping up with. And if you don’t like wine, that’s fine—what about queso? I love queso. If you don’t like wine or queso…then maybe we can’t be friends after all. Just kidding, of course.