I’ll Admit, I’m No Super Mom

There are days as an at home mom that end with me feeling like a rock star. I take care of my child, our best buddy Boo and manage to not just keep the house clean with two 2-year-old tornadoes running around but actually have it looking better than when the day started. Not every day is like this though.

I know that everyday I am able to care for my daughter I am getting my job done. Luke and I have discussed it several times. My job, first and foremost, is Maddy and on days that we have her, Boo too. Even though I know this I can’t help but feel that my job includes so much more.

Luke goes to work everyday and earns the majority of our income. I can’t help but feel like making sure that the house is livable, the refrigerator is filled, we have clean clothes and there is at least a plan for dinner is the least I can do.

It’s not that I want to be super wife/mom/maid. I am not going to pretend to be that woman or pretend that I aim for that kind of unrealistic perfection. Although I wonder why I feel a little some trepidation at laying my unsuper-mom-ness out here for everyone to see. There are such interesting pressures that women put on themselves when worried about what other women will think.

Honestly, while I’m making confessions I am also not a super wife or probably a super woman either. I’m just a plain old brown hair white girl.

Today I cleaned a bathroom from top to bottom and took care of two sweet girls. However, the perfectionist in me remembers that although “clean master bath” was crossed of the to do list, “vacuum” and “laundry” were not.

Tonight I am trying to remind myself that sometimes I need to look at what I did do and not worry so much about what I did not do. You know, celebrate the victories and not think of everything else as failures.

I cleaned a bathroom. Today was not a failure.

I cleaned a bathroom and cleaning bathrooms suck. Today was a success.

I just have to keep telling myself that, right?