the mom i want to be, is up before the sun.
the mom i want to be, bakes cookies and cakes, but never gains a pound.
the mom i want to be, is always put together perfectly.
she is productive and motivated and gets stuff done.
the mom i am? the mom i am, tries to milk every last second of sleep before the baby gets up.
the mom i am doesn't keep any sugar in the house (except for at christmastime. because christmas and sugar? go hand in hand), because guaranteed i will gain 20 pounds if i do.
the mom i am looks disheveled and kind of smells funny. like a mixture of sleep and dog and slobber. most of the time.
i am tired, and overwhelmed, and i am lucky to check one thing off my list per day.
i am not the mom i want to be. clearly.
but i am the mom that i am. i forgo showering sometimes, so i can play chase with my little runner. i let the dishes pile so i can push bella around the house in her car, "drifting" through the door ways. and i still sometimes nap when she naps.
martha stewart, i am not. i'm not perfect. i don't have picture perfect moments. and i guarantee, if you took pictures of most of my day? it might strike fear in the hearts of engaged boys everywhere.
i am not the mom i wanted to be. but i am the mom that i am. and i am the best mom that i can be. and i think my kid is alright with that.
