I’m Diana. Mom to Jellybean and Jujube. Wife to Joey. I use to blog at A Little Bit of Life and now here I am as Glamour…Not, because if we’re being honest – there is nothing glamorous about parenting. But with a dash of sarcasm and lots of keeping it real I talk about it all!
The other day I posted the status up there.
And my mommy friends responded in earnest and with accolades.
Which I appreciate.
But the truth is –
I’m NOT SuperMom.
I’m often “Overwhelmed Mom.” I’m “I Lose my Cool More Often Then I’d Like To Mom.” I’m “I Don’t Know How The Other Mom’s Do It Mom.”
I’m NOT SuperMom though.
Currently, I’m trying to juggle blogging, chasing after Jujube and Jellybean, homeschooling Jellybean, regular household chores, meals and working from home in the evenings.
Daily, I fail at one to two of those. I have no idea how some moms “do it all!”
I can’t. I launched my blog a month ago and have done nothing to promote it.
Much of that is due to Jujube – he’s cute…but devious. As most toddlers he’s into everything and safe around nothing. Yesterday I found my underwear in the garbage can.
Jellybean also won’t settle for being ignored. His demands are for activities, schoolwork and such. It involves cleaning up lots of toys and playing guess which crayon Jujube ate while Jellybean was doing homework. (Red ones can freak you out for a minute. Also Floam comes out exactly the same as it went in.)
One good morning and one status update do not make me SuperMom. It can all change in a second. Like the other day when Jujube spilled an ENTIRE jug of Sweet Tea all over the kitchen floor after Jellybean left the refrigerator door open. SuperMom was not in the building that day.
I’m in awe of these moms that blog, are active on social media, cook organic meals from scratch, keep pristine homes, teach their kids Manadarin Chinese, are debt free, have amazing sex lives with their husband and go to Disney World every Tuesday.
I can’t do it.
I’m happy with maintaining a proper level of “Good Enough”. I’m not going for “Outstanding” any longer.
I blog when I can summon the energy to. I suck at promoting myself on social media. Heck, I haven’t even set up my meta tags or half the other things I meant to have on my blog.
My children aren’t strangers to Happy Meals. They have had Spaghettios more often then I’d like to admit. Most of our meals are home cooked though. Despite Jellybean’s protests and demands for candy instead.
My home is under a constant state of remodeling. I will never conquer Mt. Washmore. Juice gets spilled as soon as I mop.
My children don’t speak a foreign language, we live paycheck to paycheck, we choose sleep over sex most nights and the boys haven’t been to Disney World.
With two boys three and under, every day is an adventure. I can tell you where every playground is in a two county area. I can tell you where the best ice cream is in town. I also know that its really hard to maintain your cool when a three year old is screaming in your face. That its hard to be SuperMom when you’ve been breastfeeding for 3.5 years and the bay is teething again. That being SuperMom doesn’t help anyone.
I’m not going to judge you for your glass of wine once the kids are in bed. For secretly hitting the McDonald’s drive through for dinner. Or the Starbucks drive through on those rare occasions the kids fall asleep in the car and you just want to enjoy the silence. I don’t care that you have an entire season of Paw Patrol on your DVR and you let your preschooler watch it all day in his pjs last week.
Because there is no perfection in parenting. This gig? It’s HARD.
Don’t compare my good day to your bad day.
We’ve all been there!