Do you ever feel like you are not good enough?
Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a pity party.
I feel like I am a good mom, a good spouse most of the time, a good parent to my pets. I take care of everyone to the best of my ability and I love them with all my being. My house isn’t perfect, that is for sure, and we have a lot of scuffs and scraps and I can even admit that I lose it on occasion and want to just be left alone. My husband told me this morning that I was scowling….and I was. Phoenyx had spilled a glass of milk that Charlotte left on my nightstand last night (an had no permission to have in my room), so he was covered in day old milk and we all know the carpet is going to stink till I can get it out. At 7:15am.
And social media sometimes makes me feel….well…down.
Pinterest. Stumble. Instagram. Reddit. Facebook. Twitter. They all make me a sucky parent.
I don’t do cute little Bento lunches. Actually, I am only like 45% organic in this house at all. On occasion I even buy Lunchables to slip into my daughters bag. (which would probably have some of my friends cringing) I grew up eating SPAM, boxed macaroni and fish sticks with tarter sauce, you know?
My baking skills are more often deserving of being hidden in the bottom of the trash then a picture taken of them and shared on pinterest and instagram.
I have almost no cute little crafts set up in the house, I don’t decorate for the holidays unless it’s a tree (heck, we didn’t even carve a pumpkin this year) and all the fancy kid projects? I’d rather take my kids to the movies and eat popcorn.
Sometimes I wonder if I am doing it all wrong.
Like I am just half a mom cause I cannot believe all the amazing things the women online seem to accomplish within their own home and with their kids. If you were able to appear in my house right now you would see that I have a sitter over so I can do work and get caught up on things instead of sitting down to play blocks with my son.
Maybe I am not that domestic. Or maybe I am domestic on the most basic level on the planet.
Come to think of it, I still use sprinkle comet to clean the tub.
So tell me the secret? How can so many women be so damn perfect at everything?!?