I am a frazzled mom. I’m sure if you have kids then you have a pretty good idea of what it means to be a frazzled parent. I am not the cool, calm, and collected person who shows up at the birthday party with the perfectly wrapped gift and clean-faced children who look as if dirt has never touched them. Nope. I am the one who shows up with the gift bag I managed to find in the back of the closet (because even though I remembered to get the gift yesterday, I forgot the birthday card and gift wrap) and kids, who I swear were clean when we left our home but somehow managed to end up with dried yogurt around their mouth and dripped down their shirt. I am the one who shows up with one kid crying because he/she didn’t get to wear the shoes, pants, or shirt with the minions or princesses that they wanted. I am the one who shows up with my hair in a ponytail, the barest of makeup, and a giant bag with the extra change of clothes, wipes, snacks (some which have been there past their expiration date) and water for the kids.
Some days I do pretty well at keeping everything and everyone moving along pretty well, and other days I completely flop. I invite you to take a journey through motherhood with me as I attempt to organize my life and my family. It’s not easy, I try take it one day at a time and with a LOT of coffee (and chocolate). I’ve realized recently that taking it one day at a time is just not good enough anymore. I need to do better. So, check back each week as I share my mishaps and triumphs, my revelations and my concoctions which passed muster with the pickiest eater in the family – the one who thinks she is the boss of everyone – the littlest one and the loudest one – the daughter!
See you soon!