Lucky (?) for me, people judge me most often in a different way.
People like to come to my house and look at how clean and organized it is. And then they like to make believe that I have it all together because my floor is mopped and there are no smudge prints on the window.
It is true. Thanks to a sound training in home cleanliness from my mom mixed with some early tendencies toward OCD, my house is clean. Eat off my floor--I dare you.
But don't put me in the "she's got it all together" box. I don't live there.
Most days, I am THAT mom.
- Sometimes (and by sometimes I mean 9 times out of 10) I don't remember to tell my kids to wash their hands after they go to the bathroom or before they eat a meal.
- I will let my son watch shows on my iPhone so I can grocery shop without a meltdown.
- I've left my son in an aisle in Target when he threw a whopper of a tantrum (yes, I peeked from the end cap to be sure no evil pedophiles kidnapped him).
- I've watch my kids flick a booger somewhere and not bothered to find it and clean it up.
- My children have had cereal for dinner.
- We always have mac-n-cheese, chicken nuggets, and frozen pancakes at our house.
- I've gone out without remembering to pack diapers, wipes, pacifiers, and blankets.
- I've "not heard" my children so I could doze an extra 15 minutes in the morning.
- I've let the TV babysit my kids so I could read another chapter in my book.
- I've forgotten to give my kids a bath ... 5 days in a row.
- I've "lost" toys and game pieces and books that I simply couldn't stand to play with/read one more time.
- I've gone on vacation and not felt guilty about it. I've even dreaded coming home (a little bit).
- I've let my kids wear outfits that don't match, were too small, and were entirely disgusting.
- I've let my kids hear music with not-so-great-lyrics.
- I've fantasized about what it would be like to not have children.
- I've let my kids leave the house with grimy faces, runny noses, and filthy hands.
- I've wished my daughter wasn't potty trained so we didn't have to pull over ever 20 minutes to let her pee.
- I've struggled with what to do when my children won't apologize.
- I've yelled in anger.
- I've spanked my children.
- I've totally lost my cool and freaked out on my children.
- I've let my kids go to bed without brushing their teeth because those teeth are gonna fall out anyway and it wasn't worth a fight.
- I've pretended not to see something my kids did in order to avoid having to deal with it.
What I think is my house might always be clean and you may never (ever) see me in public in my pajamas but do NOT let that fool you. I'm that mom--the one who does not have it together.
Are you THAT mom too? Prove it in the comments below!
Thanks, Shell for letting me Pour My Heart Out on your blog.