Real Moms.

We’ve had a rough week here.  It’s never just a typical rough week, everything that can explode at once, does.  I suppose it’s a blessing and a curse that we don’t half ass things here at So Wonderful, So Marvelous.

Oh, no my friends.  We do shit up right.  A teething, snot filled baby who unbeknownst to me {while I was on a conference call and Daddy was watching her} managed to fall and now has a shiner like Rocky.  Oh, did I mention that the aforementioned snot is impeding her ability to sleep more than two hours at a stretch, nurse, or be put down for more than 10 seconds?  She has also lovingly passed her germs along to me. 

A four year old who is either the most helpful, loving child on the planet or a crazed, tantrum throwing madman.  The latest battle?  It is over 5t versus 4t jeans.  He apparently believes that 5t jeans are way too big even though he has, in fact, been wearing them since Christmas.

I can’t even talk about the state of this house.  I mean, we’re not at Hoarders level, but my mom is still appalled when she stops by unexpectedly.  I’ve also been working on a few projects and I apparently have lost my ability to have a job in addition to being a mom. 

When we have weeks like this, I start questioning both my sanity and my ability to handle this whole mom thing.  The doubt starts rolling in and it eats away at my resolve that I am, in fact, awesome.

A real mom would know how to soothe a screaming baby who wakes up because her teeth hurt and in her thrashing, head butts you in the face. 

A real mom would know her baby just has an awful cold and wouldn’t schedule an unnecessary doctor visit. 

A real mom would remember the tissues and not have snot on her shirt. 

A real mom would make sure there were vegetables and fruit at every meal and not serve pizza for dinner because of poor planning. 

A real mom wouldn’t let her child break the ‘no TV on school days’ rule just to have another hour of sleep. 

A real mom would know how to juggle work with family life. 

A real mom doesn’t stay in her pajamas until preschool pick up, she would also shower before noon.

A real mom would be able to handle getting three hours of sleep.

Here it is though, my peeps, I am a real mom and so are you.  Things are not always calm.  They are not always going to go my way.   There are days of sheer perfection and there are days weeks of crazy ass chaos.  The house will be a mess.  I will step on Wolverine & Captain America first thing in the morning and I will run out of freaking coffee.  It happens. 

I pick my battles and sometimes I don’t win.