Bathrobe Mom

I am being brought down by an army I made myself and they are demanding as hell!  My husband is gone again (military life) I am trying to start a business, keep the kids, chickens, dogs, garden, and myself alive.

My theme for the year was “I am sorry I am trying to get my shit together.” Guess what? It is almost November and I do not have my shit together. And it is not looking like I will for a while.

But this taught me a valuable lesson. It is okay to not be okay. I do not have to have it all together all the time. We are late to school sometimes and instead of stressing about it I am going to accept that sometimes you are late. Sometimes you forget things. Sometimes you have to say no to something you really want to do because you simply don’t have enough hours in the day to do it all.

SIDE RANT: When did having it all and doing it all become a thing. Because I have words for whoever started that. They probably were

1. NOT A MOM

2. HAD A PENIS

Bathrobe mom confession:

I do not have it all together. This year I had to completely rethink my future when I didn’t get into law school. That was my plan. Get out of the Navy, go to college, graduate like a boss, then get into law school, become a badass lawyer and break down the patriarchy. Then become a judge or run for office. I had a plan! It would have taken care of my family for life. Now, look at me. But guess what, it’s okay. I am going to live.

Owning my mess:

I am going to own being a hot mess mom, who occasionally wears a bathrobe to drop off her dictators of children (who I love dearly). I am going to work on myself. Loving who I am and rediscover what I want to do with my life.

The back story behind the bathrobe:

Think about Gilmore Girls. My daughter is very much a young Roary and I am very much Lorelai. I have a very responsible daughter and God bless her need to be early to everything, which she got from being a military kid. But GOD SO HELP ME, if this child ever rushes me out the door looking like this again she will walk to school.

Now, let me explain something. I am not the bathrobe mom all the time. I usually wear at least leggings and a shirt, but it was coffee or clothes and I chose coffee. Not one of my finer mom moments.

To my fellow hot mess moms, I get you. I am just like you. It is okay to not be okay. It is okay to forget things, or just take a day off. You deserve it! You are doing the best you can. Are the kids alive? Have they been fed regularly? Well then, I think you are doing a great job!

 

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