There’s two things I know for certain: 1) I will never have a tampon in my purse when I need one. 2) The grass is ALWAYS greener. This post is focusing on the latter.
Me before having a baby:
“I want to be like those moms. The moms that go out to brunch to meet their friends with their baby strapped to their bodies like it’s no big thang. I could stay at home and play with my baby all day. Never miss a thing. I would have time to shop, keep the house clean and probably learn to cook! I would be like her – the one with her hair curled and make up that looks so good. She even has heals on. I mean, how hard could it be to get ready? I know babies make it a little harder but a little effort goes a long way. That’s the kind of mom I’ll be.”
Like, look at her hair.
Me after having a baby:
“I want to be like one of those moms. The ones in the power suit hustling out the door to work. There’s probably not enough time in the world to get everything the need to get done and they’re hustlin’! Like, a total super mom. And then they get to pick their happy baby up at daycare and spend 2-3 happy hours with them and send them to bed. That would be the perfect balance.”
Like, seriously. Perfect photo of what is in my brain.
The truth is, most parents can probably relate a little better to someone like this little lady-
A little too much on their plate and a little too much pressure to make it look easy. Quick question though, why doesn’t this mom have spit up on her shirt? Or is that just me? Oh, and who wears their hair down with a baby? #Impossible #ShaveItOff
It’s funny how everything always looks super awesome until you are the one doing it. In the 8 months I’ve been a mother I’ve experienced both of these worlds (substitute leggings and a nice tunic sweater for the power suit). And both worlds are great… and both suck. It’s like an argument of who wore it better but the other side is the one that always wins.
Since moving back to Iowa I haven’t
found looked very hard for work. I have days I am dying to get a job. I imagine the second picture, where her hair is done… making dinner in her power suit… happy kids… all after a fulfilling day at the office. That could be me. Until I remember… NO… crazy lady… it was never like that. But now after having almost 2 months off the thought of dropping my baby off at daycare for the majority of the day makes me want to throw my face directly into a large, dense, chocolate cake and eat my feelings. I really don’t want to do that either.
The answer is this: I need goals. Here we go.
1) Make cool mom friends that don’t judge me drinking a glass of Chardonnay at 11:30am while wearing a shirt that appears to be tie-dyed by spit up. Minor detail, also can’t care that I probably haven’t showered lately.
2) Appreciate the fact I get to choose. Being a mom is a privilege. Being a stay at home is a privilege. Being a working mom is a privilege. And one is not better than the other, they both come with struggles, they both come with advantages and they are both tiring.
3) Get a therapist. I think I ended on that last time, too. I’m working on it.
For now, here’s a snippett of my morning:
He’s crawling all over the place, leaving spit up trails as he finds his way to the liquor cabinet, and
smiling all the while smiling, crying, and laughing simultaneously.
And here’s me. Try to keep your husbands away from me. Hot mom alert.
It’s Fri-YAY! #Cheers.