When I quit my job back in October to freelance and to be able to spend more time with the kids – I set out to be the perfect mom. I had always worked outside of the home with our first 3 kids. If given the opportunity to be at home more with them, why wouldn’t I rock the PERFECT mom June Cleaver motif?
I would say me being my ideal of the perfect mom lasted about 3 weeks. It was 3 weeks of perfectly packed lunches, lots of play time with the babies, home cooked meals and keeping up with laundry. That of course, was on top of 40+ hours of work.
Those 3 weeks were the worse 3 weeks of my life. I was exhausted, stretched and overwhelmed. What the HELL was I doing?
Thankfully I have a husband who will tell me how it is. When I fall, he is there to pick me up. After 3 weeks of trying to be MY ideal of the perfect mom, he set me straight and told me that I wasn’t being rational and to get over it.
While I would love to do everything that I am doing a million times better, I have come to the realization that there is no such thing is perfection. No one has it all together. Everyone makes mistakes – especially moms.
Everyday I muck something up. The baby isn’t bathed. The kids’ lunches aren’t packed, therefore they have to buy a crappy un-nutritional lunch at school. The toddler’s shirt is on backwards. I have vomit on my shirt.
Womp. Womp. Womp.
It’s life. And thankfully there is this thing called GRACE. I have learned to like that word much more than the word perfection.
Do You Struggle With Trying to Be the Perfect Mom?