I’m no Super Mom – And that’s Okay.Payton Foeller
Super mom. Those intense moms who we all say are crazy but secretly we think we should be them. They hover over their kids (in a good way mostly) and write everything down and scrapbook it all and if you so much as breath on that scrapbook she might kill you. I’m not her. Their houses are big and shiny and sparkle like the lemon pledge commercials. Their husbands come home to hot home cooked meals several nights a week. They jump out of bed looking great at 5:30 am. Birds dress them like Cinderella. They vacuum in heels and chase toddlers in stacks. They are budget queens, meal planning queens, queens of literal countries probably.
But the other 99% of the time there are week old cheerios on the floor and a few miscreant peas lying in the corners that haven’t been swept. The toddler has snot crusted on her face and has dumped out every single toy basket in the house. Or maybe she has climbed in the tub completely clothed and is trying to turn the water on. Depends on the day.Lunch is ramen and dinner is ramen. And breakfast is pop-tarts or at best a kind bar. Snack is … Remember the week old cheerios? Yeah.
99% of the time I haven’t showered, smell like old socks, and my hair matted. I’m in pj’s till 4 p.m. and if I finally get dressed it’s yoga pants or jeans and a T-shirt. I am the queen of the dishes piling in the sink, queen of unfolded laundry, queen of un-swept floors, and queen of England. Oh wait, scratch that last one.
99% of days I get about ZERO things accomplished. Spend about half my day worrying about how I’ve accomplished nothing and the other half I spend worrying about how much time I spend worrying about stuff. It’s okay that you may be super mom and I may not be… Maybe my shining moment will be super grandma. Maybe I’m destined to be a mess of a mom and someday people will rant and rave about how I’m super … something else! Who knows.
I think us messy moms need to come to terms with the fact that this is not our shining year. Maybe not our shining decade. Stop staring at those super moms and dreaming of them cleaning your windows. Ha. People clean their windows… Right…
Let’s just vow to live through our mess and enjoy our mess and someday maybe we’ll look like lemon pledge. Or .. something. You know what I mean. Someday we will shine. And it’s super duper okay that the time is not now. Cheers to you super moms for all you do. In your baffling amounts of spare time, after you read your five ‘for fun’ books, would you mind coming and just like cleaning my toilets or something? Cause they’re disgusting. Thanks.