Oh my, I just realized, here at 7:30 PM on a Saturday, that I forgot to post a blog yesterday. I had it all planned out in my head too. But have no fear, brave reader, I am here now. Following is a slightly pessimistic, and rambling, view of motherhood.
So let’s talk about Mommy Guilt. It’s a thing, I’m sure of it. And it’s brought on by some crazy idea of what the “perfect” mother should be. In my mind, the “perfect” Mom is one who keeps her house clean, kids properly fed and appropriately clothed, is loving but firm in her disciple, keeps her kids busy doing healthy or educational things, sticks to a good schedule/routine, and is always productive. Any thing else, like hobbies or spending time with people who are not your kids, is just gravy.
I am none of those things. Well, I might be a couple of them on any given day and I’ve only manged to do all of them at once, maybe twice a month, but that’s it.
I’m always behind on the house work, and my house isn’t even all that big. There are some days where the majority of Will’s diet is Goldfish and we’re all in our PJ’s all day. My disciple ranges from spoiling the boys, to completely over reacting to minor things. The boys spend way too much time watching TV and not enough time being outside or doing something constructive. My routine, even when written down, is all over the place most days. And I spend way to much time being online doing next to nothing.
I am so far from perfect it’s scary and depressing. And there are many days that I go to bed kind of hating my self for it. And rationally, I KNOW I shouldn’t feel this way, I KNOW that no one is perfect, not even those people I look up too. I KNOW that there really isn’t such a thing as “perfect”. And yet, I always find my self lacking.
All of this, is Mommy Guilt. We Moms want the best for our families and we want to give them our all and make life easy and beautiful for them. I mean, that’s our job right? It’s not enough that we’re pregnant for 9 long awful months and then push a baby out of our abused bodies. We’re expected to care for and nurture every aspect of this tiny creature’s entire life.
And this Guilt doesn’t even cover our other roles as Wives, or Employees, or Friends, or Family. This just has to do with children.
It’s a lot of responsibility and a lot of pressure. Lives are in our hands. If we mess it up, there’s a whole life damaged and scarred, that might not be able to recover. Lot of freaking pressure, I tell you. Thus, the Guilt.
And Mommy Guilt can be debilitating, trust me, I know. I fight it every day. I open my eyes every morning and have to decide how I’m going to approach this day and by the time I close my eyes at night, nothing has gone as I planned. Sometimes it’s totally out of my control, but many times, I know it’s my fault and what I did wrong. I promise to do better the next day, but it never really gets better. The Guilt makes it hard to get up the next day. It makes me want to curl up in a ball and sleep, hoping that when I wake up, all the problems will just go away.
To be really blunt, it fucking sucks. ((or no, she said the F word, run for your lives, cover your bleeding ears!))
BUT, I offer hope, more for my self than you, but you can have it too, I’ll share. Now, repeat after me: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PERFECT. SCREW WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO OR THINK. YOU ARE THE MOTHER TO YOUR CHILDREN, YOU KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR THEM AND YOUR SELF. THE REST OF THE WORLD CAN EAT YOUR HOME MADE CHOCOLATE POOP PIE! (bonus cookies for the person who gets that reference)
Now, go forth, dear reader, and enjoy the rest of your weekend.