Not-So-Super-Mom??

Back when I was still teaching and pre-kids, I used to dream about what it would be like to be a Stay-At-Home-Mom. My daydreams always went something like this: Adam walks in the door after work to a sparkling clean house and I’m sitting on the floor playing with the kids. Who are all smiling and getting along. We are all dressed and I have on makeup and my hair is fixed. Dinner is in the oven and there’s a pie cooling on the counter. And he tells me I’m Super Mom. Fast forward three years. The house is always messy. The laundry is never put away. Usually all of us are dressed, but I rarely fix my hair and put on makeup. On the same day anyway.  And Abi’s clothes are usually covered in a combination of peanut butter, play dough, paint, etc.  I do make dinner every day, and can usually bang out some form of sweet once a week or so. I absolutely love staying at home and can’t imagine doing anything else. But sometimes I think I’m not very good at it. Shouldn’t my house always be clean? Shouldn’t I be able to find time to try all the recipes and projects I find on Pinterest? Sometimes I wish I did have a job just so I could justify hiring a maid! Whether you stay at home or not I think being a mom is all about balance. It took me a long time to realize that if I spend all my time cleaning, doing laundry or whatever I don’t spend that much time having fun with the girls. And isn’t that really the reason I stayed home? Yes. Luckily, I have a husband who doesn’t seem to mind a messy house. (As long as he can find black socks when he gets dressed for work) I know it bothers me more than it does him. So when I feel like I’m drowning in dishes, clothes to fold and toys that can’t seem to stay picked up; I try to ask myself: when my kids are grown up, would they rather I cleaned the bathrooms today or painted or made play-dough people or baked cookies with them or went to open gym or whatever. So when you come over to my messy house, remember a mom lives here. Not a Super Mom.



my lovelies



silly girl

  

bookworms



Michellin Man arms



Sooo....Mom is supposed to be supervising Abi's painting session. From the kitchen I hear, "I'm painting myself, Mommy!" Thinking she means she's painting a picture of herself, I walk in to find this. Sigh. Grandmas.



chubby and proud of it



Abi has three "jobs:" feeding Jack, picking up toys and sorting the silverware when I unload the dishwasher. She doesn't do all of them everyday. It's a pretty laid back system. I just wanted to start her out early understanding that everyone helps out and that when you work hard you will be rewarded. I am so tired of seeing lazy and ungrateful kids grow into unproductive members of society. (sorry, that's my rant for the day) Anywho, she gets a sticker each time she finishes a job. She filled up her chart and got her Big Reward - strawberry icecream! Although, I'm pretty sure she would be happy enough with just the stickers. Ha!