I was a great wife and mom, before kids and marriage

Why is there so much pressure before we get into all this? I mean I have been planning out my marriage and what my kids will be like since like 16. I know you have a list of baby names on your phone. Stop it.

I wanna be the best mom I can be. My brain is non stop trying to be better. Non stop turning. Hamster wheel in fact.

Every night before bed I have the best intentions for the next day. Things I constantly say to myself.

1: I am going to be more present 2: Put my phone down and not have to photograph everything 3: Laugh till I cry with my kids 4: Have sex with my husband tonight, surprise! 5: Eat a salad for every meal and give my kids an organic smoothie at every meal 6: Be creative with our time 7: Don’t yell 8: Be more patient……. repeat.

Then 10 am hits.

GET YOUR ASS ON THE TOILET, WE ARE LEAVING GET YOUR SHOES ON, DO YOU HAVE TO PEE, HERE’S A SUCKER, DON’T HIT YOUR SISTER, DID I LET THE DOG OUT, WHERE ARE MY KEYS, DID YOU JUST POOP IN THE CORNER, HERES JUICE NOT CUT HALF WITH WATER CAUSE YOU ARE APPARENTLY IN A DROUGHT AND CANNOT WAIT TWO SECONDS

Don’t forget to call the pool guy about the part we’ve been needing to order. Summer is coming.

In my head (before I was married) my future husband and I never fought about money, my grocery store bill, or our petty fights about nothing. My kids were perfect. Ones who slept through the night and never had diarrhea that came out that back and into their hair. They were potty training angels who loved all their vegetables. Whoops. I LOVE my kids. My fantasy ones were wayyyyyy different than my real ones.

I need to remember to order more coffee on Amazon.

Remember at the beginning of the year when I wrote those “lunchbox love notes” in his lunch when he went to school….he’s two, did his teacher even read them to him? I need to do that again. Yes, keep going with the notes that he cannot read. Add it to the plate.

My check engine oil has been on for weeks. Call the dealership to set up an appointment.

When my husband gets home tonight, I am going to be wearing a robe. Nothing on underneath. Going to give him the biggest kiss. I need to really work on spicing it up. Did I shower today? Two kids under two, oof. Those of you who keep goin, b r a v o.

Kids got pink eye. If you are a mom in his class and reading this I am sorry. He is not going to school tomorrow don’t worry. And yes the email that was sent out was us. Today we are “that family”.

Tonight before bed I am going to read not two but five books. And I am not going to skip the pages that have more than ten words on them. I am not going to rush.

And now, before bed I am going to make a list of everything I just talked about. Because that is normal right? I am not going to feel guilty about what I didn’t accomplish today but be proud that I had an extra 3 minutes to shave my legs. We all make lists…and more lists. Right…and then by 10am it all goes to shit. Maybe not all shit. But a little shit. Like the one on the floor my son just did.

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