flip flop fail

Motherhood, no matter what that looks like for you, is messy.  It's a universal truth.  Whether you have one child or ten, whether they are biologically yours or adopted, and no matter your employment status, raising children is complex.  We do our best to meet all of their needs while enjoying our time together in the process.  Some moms claim to have it all under control.  They always manage to get a shower, their kids are always perfectly groomed and well-behaved, and their calendars are full of enriching activities and play dates - to which they are always on time and fully prepared.  Their homes are spotless and a well-balanced dinner is on the table by 6 every night.

I have never professed to be a supermom.  You won't see me in the running for mother of the year.  I am the one scrambling out the door at the last minute, hoping to get to carpool on time.  Sometimes I make it, sometimes I don't.  The baby is generally still in his pj's.  Most days I consider staying in mine for the school run.  This poses a significant risk - if I am late I have to walk her into the school, pj's and all.  So I throw something on, likely mismatched and weather-inappropriate.  Today was one of those days.  I ended up wearing jeans and a camisole that were a bit too snug (hey, I just had a baby!), and I threw on a SWEATER in the dead of summer just to conceal the rolls.  Yes, I feel like Santa with my bowl full of jelly.  Teeth brushed and a schmear of deodorant, I slipped my feet into some flip flops and raced out the door.  We were a few minutes late after all, so I'm glad I didn't stay in my jammies.  No harm done.

It wasn't until much later, after coffee with my bestie and a decision to go to IKEA (she loves me regardless of my personal appearance and hygiene shortcomings), that it occurred to me that I was wearing two completely different flip flops. One black.  One brown.  Flip. Flop. Fail.

While the moment of revelation was fairly comical, it underlined my thesis that motherhood is messy.  We are constantly juggling so many balls that sometimes our feet are neglected.  Sometimes we neglect ourselves altogether.  I know I am not the only mom who misses the occasional shower.  It just so happens that many are unwilling to admit it.  Let me be the first to say that I am not perfect.  I do not have it all together.  I hit the high notes (food, clothing, shelter) and pray the rest falls into place naturally.  Everyone knows it is hard work being a mom, no matter what brand of mom you are - SAHM, WAHM, WOHM, FBTSOYPM (fly by the seat of your pants mom).  I wish that supermoms would stop making the rest of us look bad, or worse, feel bad.  I'm sorry, but you aren't perfect either.  At least I can laugh at my mistakes and move forward.  Tomorrow is another day, and I will try to be better at it than I was today.

1 comment:

  1. I love this!!! And I can TOTALLY relate!! So glad to know I am not the only mom who sometimes feels like this! I am absolutely a FBTSOYPM!!!