I bribe my kids, usually with screen time. I don’t like to cook, so we eat a lot of Chick-fil-A. Only a few of our snacks are healthy. I yell. Usually too much. I feel like I spend most of my day enforcing rules. I want them to grow up and be good humans…. So it’s necessary. Right?
I tried breastfeeding and hated it. My second baby went straight to formula. I sleep trained my kids for my sanity. I’m strict about bedtime. I let the dishes pile up even though we use paper plates. I don’t iron anything. Ever. My entire day revolves around nap time.
I love my kids more than life itself, but I will sit in my car alone for a peaceful break. From the thinking, the touching, and the never ending planning. Most days I feel like I’m getting everything wrong.
When I go to bed at night, the only thing I know for sure is that I tried. I tried to love, to encourage, to teach, and to listen. I gave hugs and kisses at bedtime even if we forgot to brush teeth. I fall short every day. But I know my kids know they’re loved.
No mama has it all figured out. And if they say they do, they’re lying
We’re all out here winging it.
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