I'm pretty sure a bomb went off in my living room...err...whole downstairs (if I'm being honest).
That was the only reasonable excuse I could come up with anyways when my husband came through the door tonight. I'd show you a picture, but I'm too damn tired to go through that whole process.
I think I've come to terms with the fact that things will never run perfectly smoothly around here, at least not anytime soon. It's a constant whirlwind of toys scattered on the ground, dinner needing to be made, dirty counter tops and the never ending piles of laundry. Not to mention that I have a toddler who has no problem telling me he needs something (all the time) and usually if I do get a chance to sit down, the dog will pick that time to scratch at the door.
Being a mom isn't easy. It's definitely not what's always pictured on TV shows and movies with the squeaky clean houses and mom's with perfectly coiffed hair and hobbies of their own. It's the biggest challenge I've ever taken on and honestly it's the most eye opening, rewarding experience I've ever had.
Motherhood is about picking your battles. You can't do it all, or at least not at all the same time. I know that seems obvious, but it wasn't to me. I constantly felt guilty for not doing such and such during the day. I would clean the house, but wouldn't have time to make dinner, so I had failed. I would do all the laundry and make dinner, but wouldn't have had time to get dressed that day, so I had failed. At almost 16 months of motherhood I've learned that I simply cannot do it all...at least not at all the same time...and that's ok.
Some days are better than others. I've always got something to learn. There are tears and kisses, unbelievable messes along with great accomplishments, and times where there aren't enough hours in the day as well as lusciously long naps.
I want to embrace this time because I know one day it will all of passed. My house will be quiet, my days won't be quite as hectic and I'll have more time than I know what to do with. I'm sure I won't remember the dirty house or the fact that I stayed in yoga pants most of the time, but hopefully I'll remember the hugs and kisses, the tears and the joys, the scattered toys and the silliness that makes being a mom the best thing in the world.
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