Do you ever have those days where you’re tired, stressed out, and just don’t give a flying you-know-what anymore? It seems that I’ve had a lot of those days lately.
I used to love mentally checking out for hours on Pinterest during days like these. Now I’m just annoyed. I’m constantly bombarded with posts filled with unrealistic homemaking standards by self-proclaimed “mother-of-the-year” award recipients.
Posts like these used to leave me feeling like I was a terrible mom and wife because I wasn’t running my household or parenting my children like they say I should be.
There is a serious need for more truth bombs in the land of Pinterest. Us moms already have enough pressure and stress to deal with as it is. We certainly don’t need anyone else feeding our already guilt-filled hearts with more crap.
Confessions of a Stressed Out Mom
My house generally looks like an atomic bomb has exploded. Usually, have no idea what I’m making for dinner, and the desire to go grocery shopping is basically nonexistent.
I’ve been wearing the same shirt for 3 days now, and it’s hard enough to find time to pee alone, let alone take a shower.
Of course, these days are usually the days that my husband has to work late, and the children are running around like miniature lunatics.
This is my reality, and probably the reality of many of us stressed out moms. Life is not Pinterest perfect!
The moms of the world need to know that they are not alone. We’re all a bunch of hot messes that’s one slammed door away from a mental breakdown. We need more real life to relate to, and we need to not be ashamed of it.
That being said, here is my contribution to the problem. May I present to you, my confessions of a stressed out mom.
Please Excuse the Mess… I Gave up Cleaning
You’ve seen that meme floating around the internet. It says something about how trying to keep your house clean while having kids is like trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos. Pointless. That could not be more accurate.
The living room and bedrooms here basically look like a war-zone 24-7. I would give up on this pipe dream of having a clean home for more than 5 minutes but my anxiety won’t have it.
Sadly, I do not own a dishwasher (apartment life for the win!). This means most of our meals are consumed off of paper plates. I refuse to spend eleven-hundred hours of my day slaving in front of the kitchen sink while hand washing dishes.
“Aint nobody got time for that.”
My stovetop and kitchen table is always a mess. I swear to you I will clean it til it sparkles and before I can finish blinking – the mess has magically re-appeared.
I don’t really know how my stovetop is always a mess considering I rarely cook anything anymore.
Seriously, if it can’t be dumped into the crockpot while I’m brewing my coffee in the morning, or nuked in the microwave for a couple of minutes, I have no desire to make it.
Speaking of dinner…
These People Have to Eat Again?!
I’m so done with the whole “what do you want for dinner?” game in this house. Actually, I’m sick of food period. actually.
Do you want to know what’s for dinner tonight? Cereal. Again. Deal with it.
Ramen noodles, frozen pizza, and boxed macaroni and cheese are a staple in this house. I’m also a fan of the $1.99 Happy Meal Tuesdays at our Local McDonalds.
At this point, I really don’t care what anyone else thinks about it either.
Don’t even get me started on grocery shopping, either. These days trying to make my way through a grocery store without running down everyone in my path with the shopping cart is like an Olympic game.
Not only that but then you have to come home and try to find somewhere to actually store the food you’ve just bought. Which is a miracle considering before I left my children swore up and down that there was “nothing to eat in this house”.
Personal Hygiene? Ha!
I should take out stock in dry shampoo. Seriously, though, when do people have time to actually shower?!
Even if I could find a free moment in my life, the single bathroom in this tiny apartment is always occupied by some other human who lives here. Guess what – it’s not me!
I’ve resulted to showering at 2 am when everyone else is asleep. Who needs sleep anyway?
Sleep is for the weak.
Do you know what my hobby is? Decorating my daily planner and long romantic strolls down the aisles of Michaels.
Apparently, the only way I can actually have a hobby these days is to somehow incorporate it into another necessary daily task. Otherwise, the world will seemingly come crashing down around me in a fiery blaze.
Of course, it’s impossible to have a hobby that you don’t have to somehow share with your children. Yep, each of my girls have their own planners, and I have to whisper when I say I’m going to Michaels or one of them would hear me
Blessed and Stressed
Of course, I know that I am blessed beyond measure. My children and my husband is my world. I may live a life that is sometimes full of chaos, but that chaos is part of a life I adore and wouldn’t change for anything. That chaos is my bliss.
Sometimes, though, a mom needs to vent and get these frustrations off of her chest. It doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate our loved ones or the material items we are blessed to own. It simply means sometimes we get tired and that’s okay.
Life isn’t Pinterest perfect. Real life is chaotic, stressful, and often times messy.
That is what the world needs to hear more about.
It’s Your Turn!
I’m not alone here. I know there are other moms out there who is just as tired and stressed out as I am. Deep down I know you have some confessions of your own that you’re dying to get off of your chest too.
Share your own stressed out mom confessions in the comments below. Want to remain anonymous? Vent them out here through this anonymous form.
Don’t be shy – someone out there is also struggling with stress just like yours, and they need to know they are not alone!
If I have enough participation, I’ll compile all of the confessions somehow so I can share it with all of you!
In the meantime, hang in there mama, and go pour yourself a tall glass of wine.