I have a secret obsession to confess…I love stalking the Instagram feeds of other working moms. If they’re actually in the same, or similar field as I am, even better! I have a weird connection with them. They are my people!
I remember seeing this picture from Joanna Gaines and thinking, “Oh, my goodness, I WISH my house was that neat right now!” Ha! (I think this picture was taken right after they got back from vacation.)
If you are a mom, I don’t have to tell you that some days are just HARD! And not just your average hard, like the colossal kind of hard that leaves you curled up in the fetal position, drinking a glass (or three) of wine, rocking back and forth like a victim of PTSD. No, seriously, before becoming a mother I had no concept of just how challenging some days could be. No one ever told me about the triathlon-type endurance I would need to manage sleep deprivation, juggling a career, dealing with two-year-old meltdowns, doing 3rd grade math homework, playing chauffeur, the endless loads of laundry, the constant picking up…And they most certainly never prepared me for the sheer amount of bodily fluids I would clean up or have on my body!
I recently had one of those days, which ended with this text exchange with John…
I had been up all night with a violently vomiting two-year-old, and just when she passed out and I thought it was over, I heard that all too familiar whimpering/gagging/splatting coming from the hallway. Our son was apparently the next victim of the Rota/Noro-whatever-virus-from-hell. In that split second, the brief 1.5 hours of sleep I thought I was going to get before the bigs needed to get up to go to school had vanished. Few things are as soul crushing! Sounds dramatic, but you all know what I’m talking about.
I can laugh about it now, but it the middle of it, the thought of, “I might not make it this time!” actually went through my head. Needless to say, the day was filled with…
…lots of clean up and baggies of hazmat thrown out in the carport as quickly as possible to avoid further contamination! (Yes, that was my brand new faux-Persian runner that had only been in the hall for ONE week. Seriously?!)
…many loads of vomit laundry and Lysol-ing.
…countless baths for this little one and her brother. (If it wasn’t coming out of one end, it was coming out the other!)
…And to top it all off, when I had already cleaned so much my hands were raw…THIS! Almost an entire gallon of milk spilled on the kitchen floor (and under the fridge!). Shoot me!!!
So, a few weeks ago, when two separate friends told me that I always looked “put together” and seemed like I “had all my ducks in a row,” I could NOT stop laughing. I only wish I had gotten a picture of myself that day…It. Was. Not. Pretty.
So, mamas, don’t sweat it. Even if it doesn’t always seem like it, we are ALL doing the same thing. We’re in it together. We ARE going to make it…Some days are just HARD!
…And hopefully, you have a supportive partner, or “tribe” that can give you that little bit of reprieve at the end of one of those days!
(Actual photo of my “happy place.”)