By Jen Adair, Blogger at Slightly Tilted, Entreprenuer, Homeschool Mom to two fab kiddos
More. More. More.
I’m constantly torn between making the most of my short time on this earth and desperately wanting a nap.
Everyday I feel that I should be doing more, living more, going more places, and talking to more people. To tell you the truth, I’m so dang tired from doing what I do that I don’t seem to have the time and/or energy for “more”.
Just saying the word “more” feels me with dread. I don’t know if I can handle “more”, but I won’t know if I don’t try. Right?
Right?
To tell you the truth…I don’t know. I want to be the mom who does more with her kids, has her house in perfect order, has perfectly painted nails, and, overall, has her crap together.
I think this is like the Bigfoot of mommies, though. There have been a few sightings of this mythical woman, but they are all just fakes. Scams. Non-existent. No matter how much a fellow mother seems to have her stuff together, I can guarantee you that she does not. I mean, she may have her moments, but they come in 10-second intervals.
What mother has not cried because she didn’t own a shirt without some type of food stain on it? What mother has not failed to sign a school form that she didn’t know existed? What mother isn’t completely flustered by a dirty house that she just cleaned? What mother isn’t completely exhausted when she wakes up in the morning?
Sometimes the pressure of trying to be “more” and “better” completely overwhelms me. I don’t know if I feel pressure from other mothers or if it’s just me making myself feel that way.
I have come to the sad conclusion that:
♦ I will never make anything the way it looks on the Pinterest photo.
♦ I will never have a perfectly clean house.
♦ I will never have a flower bed that doesn’t have weeds in it.
♦ I will never have a car that is immaculate.
♦ I will never get everything I need from the grocery store in one trip. Even with a list.
But also…
♥ My kids are happy and healthy.
♥ We laugh. A lot.
♥ We spend a lot of time together. Like…a lot.
♥ There’s a lot of love. So. Much. Love.
Geez…now we sound like a cheesy TV show. We also argue, disagree, irritate each other, and may or may not slam doors when we are upset.
I sort of believe in Bigfoot. Sort of. He could exist. It’s fun to believe, anyway.
It’s also fun to believe that moms who have their crap together really exist. It gives the rest of us a goal. Some “pie in the sky” dream to achieve.
It also can make you feel like a piece of cow dung if you’re constantly comparing yourself to something you made up in your own head.
Right now my “more” refers to wine. As in, “Please pour me some more, dear husband. And turn on that Bigfoot show.”
Hey. I’m Jen Adair. I’m an entrepreneur. Homeschool mom. CEO of organized chaos. Ok – it’s really not all that organized. Some days are great, some are not, some days I feel invincible, some days I can barely get out of bed. BUT…it’s my life and I’m living it. Browse my collection of random thoughts, humor (well, I think I’m funny!), images, links, whatever…at my blog Slightly Tilted. Sharing is caring, people! 🙂
