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Hey moms, do you ever feel guilty about your parenting? Do you ever think that you are not good enough, smart enough, or fun enough for your kids? If you answered yes, then this blog post is for you! Read on to defeat Mommy Guilt, because you are enough!

Hey there, lovely moms! Are you feeling overwhelmed, stressed, or guilty about your parenting? Do you ever wonder if you are doing enough for your kids, yourself, or others? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then this blog post is for you! Photo by Gustavo Fring on Pexels.com With three special needs kids of my own, I know how hard it is to be a mom in today’s world. There are so…

Shitty Moms, Unite?

I have no idea what prompted this Facebook ad. So many of them I can connect to things I have said via text or searched about - but this one hit home.

I have never cared about fashion. Honestly, all that I care about is that I look presentable. I don’t put much stock in how a person looks. The pandemic has made me think more about this on a few different levels.

For one, should I care more about how I look? So many people do their makeup super well and look like entirely different people once they put on makeup. Should I think about that too?

Secondly, people say doing their makeup helps them feel better about themselves and everything, so would I feel better if I did my makeup and dressed up nicely every day?

I’m conflicted. When I wear something I feel good in, that’s great, but I don’t have this burning desire to shop for nice clothes (let’s be real, I’m like 36 with two kids, so not much looks amazingly good on me), and I certainly don’t feel as though I want to go find 1,000 different types of makeup to learn to put on and do it every morning. I would say only 3 out of 5 days in the week I get to dry my hair at this point. (Hi, Gremlins, I’m looking at you and judging your need for all the things before I leave the house.)

It’s midnight on a Friday, so once I finished watching 20/20, a riveting story about a news anchor that went missing decades ago, I naturally decide that browsing the Old Navy app for kids clothes was the thing to do with my time. Then I started looking for myself…. Apparently these types of shirts are back, the kind that have elastic at certain points to showcase certain aspects of the body and hide others. I remember wearing these types of shirts when I was younger…. 2000 me doesn’t want to relive that as a junior high teacher. My boobs aren’t going to fit in that upper elastic area, who the f are we kidding?!

If this is the new trend, I’m going to wear hoodies from now until this madness runs it’s course.

I had a weekend away with the girls. I think the picture will say it all. Wine, chargers, and breast pump accessories. I promise that no contaminated milk was saved during this excursion.

When I arrived home on Sunday, it was a shitshow. Gremlin #2 had massive snot and a crusty eye, along with a fever. Gremlin #1 had no appetite and diarrhea. So, the only logical conclusion was the possibility of Covid. Of course I set my alarm for midnight in order to book covid test appointments, but pressed snooze a few times unknowingly, and didn’t get a covid test until 12:30 Monday afternoon. But thankfully I booked all 4 of us in succession. However, we needed negative tests to return to work, because by Monday morning we all were feeling “off.” Maybe due to the power of suggestion, or maybe a real thing.

All tests came back negative by mid morning on Tuesday. However, I missed two days of work. As a special Ed teacher I will tell you, that sucks.

Tuesday night, I found out my boys were close contacts to a positive case on Thursday. Fantastic. At home tests Wednesday meant I was late for work but no positives. Out of an abundance of caution and a snot machine (Gremlin #2), my parents kept the kids for the day (no daycare).

Thursday, the snot continued, along with no daycare. My parents are also feeling shitty, so it works. PCR tests came back negative today, for everyone.

I am SO over Covid. The husband questions daycare - they are healthy when the don’t go (true statement), but I feel like the social benefits are important for Gremlin #2 - since he has such limited contact with anyone outside our bubble…

Then up with a flash, cuddly gremlin #2 dashed. A dance party began, and now there is no rest, despite it being bedtime and SuperTruck is no help.”

Send the wine

What exactly should a weekend look like for a full time working mom?

Social media makes me believe that weekends should be full of amazing family time, complete with happiness, snuggles, games, and crafts. I mean, haven’t I been missing the Gremlins all week? (Spoiler alert, I have them all evening when they are absolutely at their worst.)

Today, my mom wanted to have the Gremlins, even though my dad and brother had them all day yesterday. She asked if that was okay, since I “may miss them.” Without missing a beat I assured her that she could absolutely have them for awhile!

I promise I love my Gremlins. I love being a mom. I also love using 4 hours to organize the refrigerator and then grocery shop without feeling the need to rush because the Gremlins are quickly taking over my house. They love being alone with Daddy, and Daddy loves being with them, but they go absolutely crazy when mommy isn’t around and make a huge mess. (My husband has a shirt that says, “Dad, Like Mom, only funner,” it is SO true.) I was ecstatic to have them gone for a few hours.

I went shopping and met up with a local mom that made some amazing valentine crayons that I can have the Gremlins to give out! I saw a post in a local moms group on Facebook and jumped on board. Figured it would a cute thing to give out!