SUPERMOM!!!
You know the type. The Betty Crocker lookalikes who seem always put together, never act stressed, and manage to home school little Timmy, make dinner from scratch, clean the house, work out every day, and bake an apple pie. At least, that’s what it says on their blog. (Ahem, Bullshit!)
How do they manage it? I mean, really! Has anyone ever tried to do all of these things? It’s insane! Not to mention IMPOSSIBLE!!!! Unless you don’t sleep. Then… nope. Still not possible.
Once upon a time I envied them. I loved them. Then I hated them! But mostly, I wanted to BE them. I tried SO hard, to!
And then I got hit with a hard dose of reality.
I AM NOT SUPERMOM!!!!
This is Real Life
I had scheduled out every minute of every day. Clean the house, “learning time” with munchkin, make dinner, dishes, walk dogs, clean litter boxes, on and on and on!
Notice the one thing that didn’t make the cut? Yep, you guessed it. Me! I was so focused on getting everything done, I completely neglected to do ANYTHING for myself. Zip. Zero. Nada.
I would get into a good groove, be on task, getting shit done! Then, I would crash. Hard! I would be back to square one, frustrated and angry, exhausted and defeated.
That’s about the time my husband would come home to find me crying in a corner. More then likely my daughter was crying also because, lets face it ladies, when mommy isn’t happy, ain’t no one happy!
That’s when I realized… it wasn’t possible to do all of the things AND keep my sanity. No one, and I mean no one (at least no one normal) can do all of that and not be at least a little stressed.
I’m Not Supermom. And that’s OK! Good even! No. BETTER!
Life Isn’t Perfect
Pinterest. Gotta love it, right? Right up until this:
turns into this:
Yeah. That happened.
Ok, so it could have been worse. I get it. But…. REALLY?!
So now, you’re cursing whoever it was that made that beautiful cake seem SOOOOOOOO easy! They even said in their post how easy it was. Easy my ass!
That little hallucinogenic nightmare took me 2 HOURS!!! Well, it may not have been 2 hours, but it sure as hell felt like it. Honestly, I have no idea how long that took. I just know that the only word I can come up with to describe what I ended up with is… SUCK!
You are probably starting to wonder, am I just that incompetent that I can’t make a stupid birthday cake? Probably. But that’s not the point.
Is there maybe more to it? Like… oh, I don’t know… maybe that wasn’t their first try? It was probably their 2nd, 3rd, or even 4th try. I’m going with 4th. Because it makes me feel better. That’s why! STOP JUDGING ME!!!
Anyway… Of course they don’t tell you that. Nope, they leave that part out.
So, now you’re left feeling insignificant, incapable, and, well, just plain dumb. You’re not alone! And you are also not any of those other things.
I’m NOT Supermom.
I’ll say it again, just in case you missed the big bold print.
I”M NOT SUPERMOM! There is no way I can do it all! I’m only one person after all. Once I accepted that, life became a little bit easier. I put less pressure on myself to be perfect because, well, perfection is a MYTH!
(I know. All you type A personalities are screaming in your pillows right now. It’s OK! I’m type A to!)
Life Isn’t perfect, people. It’s messy and chaotic. It will break you down, build you up, then kick you in the balls, just because it can.
Own. That. Shit. OWN IT!
And to all you Supermom wannabees out there who are thinking to themselves “She just didn’t try hard enough, that’s all!”
Fuck you Supermom. Fuck. You.