I’ll be the first to admit it, I DO NOT have it all together (whatever IT is). It’s not even close to together for me. Pre-kids, I was the epitome of the organized, Type A woman. My house was always spotless, and all the items on my to-do list were checked-off far in advance. I had lists! I ate at home with well-thought-out meals, and I knew where everything was. Somehow, adding a two-and-a-half-year-old into the mix has thrown me into chaos. My mind still craves organization and order, but my life right now just isn’t conducive to that ideal.
I’ve come to accept that my time and presence with my son and obligations to career and adulthood take priority over some things, and that’s okay. Despite all efforts to be the best at everything–especially motherhood–I fall on my face more than I care to admit. I am about to confess my #momfails for this week (just this week).
7 Days of Mom Fails
I wanted to lie in bed a little longer than my son. He took it upon himself to get himself breakfast and brought me a fresh diaper and clothes to put on him afterwards.
It’s cold. I ran outside to get the mail, then got distracted opening the mail on the way back. Back in the house, I noticed it was quiet and my little guy was nowhere to be found. I looked out in the backyard, and he’s in nothing but his training pants and a long sleeve shirt. It’s 10 degrees. No socks, no pants, no jacket. Crap.
As I’m carrying him back into the house in a blanket, the neighbor is sipping his coffee and shaking his head at me. Thanks pal, big help.
He wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. All day, he preferred talking to his Nana (who wasn’t with us that day) over talking to me. He asked imaginary Nana to ask me to get him snacks. Imaginary Nana played with him all day. Apparently make-believe Nana is a better playmate than real mommy. Awesome.
He refused all foods and drinks. The only things he wanted were mommy’s Pepsi and Hershey’s Kisses. That’s a negative, Ghost Rider; you can go hungry, then.
I needed a break, so I called the nanny to see if she’d come watch my son for a couple of hours while I regained sanity and left the house. He slept for 3 of the 4 hours I was gone. Seriously, kid?! All week, the longest nap he gave me was an hour and change.
Popcorn was the food of the day. I popped 3 bags. It made him thirsty for water and I bribed him with the popcorn to eat carrots, go potty, and clean up. He was highly motivated by popcorn today, and I ran with it.
When I left for work and kissed him goodbye, he pushed me away and said, “Nope. Mama go bye-bye.” No hug, no kiss, no smile, no love.
Most days, that is just how the cookie crumbles. Just so no one gets fooled by my facebook or Instagram, I do NOT got this! I know some of this sounds bad, but my son has a freaking awesome life and he’s two-and-a-half, so he acts like a jerk a lot, unbeknownst to him. I’m working on not taking it personally. He does love me and does what I ask of him 90% of the time, I swear.
What are some of your mom fails or ‘don’t got this’ moments?