Tales From A Working Mom // Bullshit, Supermom.

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It’s been a long time coming, but I finally came to the conclusion that the level perfection I’ve been shooting for just isn’t sustainable.

I have one awesome day where I rock the gym, our house is super clean, dinner is ready on time, I make it to & from work without traffic, Ari has a good day at the sitter, and he’s fed & bathed & in bed by 7:30. I feel like I’m Supermom.

Then the next day all hell breaks loose: I sleep through my alarm & miss the gym; Ari has a massive blowout causing us to be late to the sitter; I hit traffic from an accident on the way to work, forget my lunch, and end up late; only to rush home and find laundry piled in the living room & a fussy baby who refuses to sleep.

Those days would kill me and send me into a funk; questioning myself and my abilities to be a wife and mother.

I have set expectations of myself to achieve complete family & work bliss, so at the first sign that I don’t 100% have my shit together, I lose it.

I feel like I’ve failed.

Instead of taking it in stride, I dwell on what I could’ve done differently to make it a more successful day.

It doesn’t help that I compare myself to these people I see online who seem to have it all together all of the time.

But that’s the thing about Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest & bloggers: it’s easy to portray that you have a picture-perfect life.

And I’m officially calling bullshit.

Because life is real. And real life is waking up late and running out of the house with wet hair; real life is piles of clean laundry on the floor and dirty dishes piled in the sink; real life is pajamas at 6pm and a frozen pizza for dinner. Real life is messy.

Some days I’ll rock a pinterest recipe and get in a 2-hour workout; Some days the house is clean and the laundry is in order; and some days I even have time to read a bestseller.

So even though I’d love for some days to be every day, I’m learning to be OK with lifes little imperfections and curve balls.

In the meantime, I’m learning to love and appreciate the authenticity of the nitty-gritty, messy, real life. 🙂