Some of my days go perfectly according to plan. There are days when everyone gets along and naps and plays and eats at the precise times I hoped for. Other days my son gets 5 stitches and my daughter takes my leftover Chick-Fil-A salad container out of the garbage and douses herself in avocado ranch dressing. It’s called BALANCE.
But truthfully, I don’t believe in “balance”. I was recently venting to a friend about all I had going on and she told me, “your life is always crazy though. It’s always a little chaotic. But so is everyone else’s.” And it’s true! So I can’t and won’t feed you any tales of balancing it all. Because I don’t. I don’t even know what that would look like! And you already know that you need to take time for yourself and say ‘NO’ when you feel overcommitted so I’m not telling you THAT either.
What I will tell you is that I’ve found ways to simplify. I’ve found systems and methods that help me to slow down and be less of a hot mess mom. Tricks of the trade, if you will, that make my life slightly less chaotic.
more “6 Ways for Busy Moms to Simplify and Slow Down”
You know the moms who have perfectly blown out hair, flawless makeup, they’re dressed in something other than athleisure wear, they’re homes are decorated like a magazine ad, and they’re ALWAYS on time?? Well….that’s not me. Not even close. I’m a PROUD hot mess mom. Hand to God, I went to a friends house for dinner tonight, and in the milliseconds it took me to hold my daughter and walk 2 feet into the other room to grab her diaper (that I originally forgot to bring in), my pantsless beauty peed down the entire left side of my body. #hotmessmom
So if you’re reading this and you DIDN’T use dry shampoo today, stop reading. This isn’t for you. For everyone else –
Here are 9 signs that you be a HOT MESS MOM too! Embrace the GLORIOUS mess that you are.
- You’ve worn, in public, only ONE of something that actually requires a pair. One earring, one eye lined, nails painted only on one hand (True story; I actually feel asleep in between painting hands. #hotmessmom)
- You’ve had to defend your parenting methods by lying and saying, “So I actually read this article that said…”, Yea the article was written by GFY on myob.com. My kids aren’t perfect and I don’t have the time or energy to explain to you why. Thanks though!
- You’ve spilled coffee/milk/juice/or have been peed on .5 seconds before leaving your house…and because you’re already running late, you end up wearing that shirt for the rest of the day. Bonus points if you then act like you have NO idea that the aforementioned liquid is on your shirt. “Oh my gosh, is there…is there something on MY shirt? I WONDER WHAT IT COULD BE?”
- You wear your hair in a top knot at LEAST 4 days a week. Bonus points if you also wear a HAT 1 day a week! Triple bonus points if you use so much dry shampoo that you should own stock in Batiste. (If you don’t know Batiste, seriously…stop reading!)
- You’ve had to open a box of cereal/cookies/goldfish/blueberries AT Target simply to silence a screaming, whining, hungry EVEN THOUGH they just ate 45 snacks at home, child. Then at the register you say, “Oh, um, is that opened? Oh, is that already, um…empty?” OOPS!
- You’ve restarted something at least 5x during the day. Coffee, the dryer, your microwaved dinner, a TV show. (Hot mess mom tip: Get a knock-off Yeti cup (http://amzn.to/2xHDnoI) , buy Starbucks iced coffee from the refrigerated section, mix it with your favorite creamer and – VOILA, iced coffee that lasts all day! No restarting necessary.)
- You’ve stirred a homemade cocktail using a toddler’s spoon. Or eaten your cold as ice dinner with a toddler fork. Because why dirty another utensil.
- You’ve added a few ingredients to a frozen lean cuisine meal and served it to your family as a fresh – made from scratch – I slaved over this for HOURS – homemade meal. “Isn’t this delicious?! Do you think I should like – start a food blog?!”
- You’ve had to resort to getting your hair cut at a kiddie salon (because it’s just a trim and it’ll save time right?) and bonus points if you left with surprise BANGS! TRUEEEEEEEST STORY OF MY LIFE FRIENDS!!!
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Celebrate your BEST #hotmessmom moments below!
Are you thinking, ‘Am I a basic mom?’ Well…if you sip on PSL’s in September, rock crazy Halloween leggings in October, and search endlessly for “Fall Family Fun” events in your area, then you may be a… basic mom.
I myself am a basic mom, and I DON’T feel bad about it! I take 1200 pictures of my kids in front of pumpkins in the scorching Florida heat, and I attempt to attend every fall event I can physically get to WITH a PSL (probably iced, it’s HOT out) in hand.
Before you scroll down I just want to say – DONT be overwhelmed, pick the events that seem best for YOUR family and save those dates only!
For all my basic mamas, here is my ultimate guide to the BEST –
FALL FAMILY FUN activities in Palm Beach County.
more “The Basic Mom’s Guide to Fall Family Fun (Palm Beach)”
On paper the idea seemed nothing short of crazy. 7 days, 4 hotels, 3 cities, 2 small children, (and a partridge in a pear tree). We turned an out of town wedding invite into a 4 day Disney vacation PLUS a 3 day site seeing tour of the south, ambitious I know. We could have very easily flown in for the wedding only. Just the two of us. A weekend WITHOUT the littles. Instead we chose to embark on an epic road trip adventure.
DISCLAIMER: This trip was NOT void of disappointment, crying, miscommunication or moodiness. We had setbacks; rental car contract mishap, missed reservations, and unexpected weather. BUT – despite all the chaos – this trip bonded our family. It brought us back together in a way I didn’t even know that we needed.
Here’s what I learned:
more “Road Tripping With Littles; the good, the bad, and the bonding”
Typically I thrive on being busy, it’s just who I am. I say yes to every event, I go to every birthday party, I never miss an opportunity for a gab sesh with my girls. Then one year ago, that lifestyle finally caught up with me, and I was burnt out. I needed a break from all the “mommin’”. What’s ‘mommin’ you ask? Its the constant busyness of parks, play dates, birthday parties, carnivals, festivals, swim lessons, soccer practice, story times, etc, etc. All activities I usually loved, but suddenly they felt like exhausting, daunting tasks that I wanted to avoid like the plague. I slowly started avoiding play dates and fell off track from our typical schedule. My son was two (slowly crossing over to the terrible side) and I was five months pregnant. I used that as my excuse; he was having a rough day, I didn’t feel well, I had to get the nursery ready.
Fast forward to December 31, as cliche as it sounds, I started to think about how I wanted this next year to play out. A new baby was joining our family and I only had 4 months left to make memories with my firstborn. Like getting the wind knocked out of you it just…hit me, four months. That’s it? I was faced with the realization that I had wasted the last two months holed up inside my house avoiding socialization. I wasn’t going to let these last 4 months pass us by. I knew I needed a plan, something to follow so I could make a fresh start. Something to get me motivated and quite frankly, up off of the couch.
I had to adjust my busy ways, and here’s what I came up with:
more “Stuck in a ‘mom’ rut? 4 ways to get out and start FRESH!”
I was experienced, but you were brand new. I played on my memory, but attempted to give you your own special moments. I tried not to think about what your brother had done before you, I tried to let you be you.
You wore headbands, everyday, because I was told you looked just like your brother. I wanted you to be unique. I knew what to expect, but you were better than I could’ve ever imagined.
We had time alone but it was served with a side of guilt. Guilt I’d never known before. I needed time with you, but I missed the closeness I had with your brother. I had complicated emotions.
You didn’t have a sleep schedule. “When does she nap?” In the car…in the stroller…at Target…during her brother’s play date. You were along for the ride.
more “An open letter to my 2nd on your 1st birthday.”