Every week, my kids and I embark on our little adventures—swim lessons, story time, and playground outings. I often waddle into these places looking like a tornado hit me, with my 7-month-old securely strapped to my hip, two bags overflowing with “essentials” clutched in my arms, and my 3-year-old desperately hanging onto the hem of my well-worn dress.
Despite the mountain of stuff I carry, I somehow never have what I truly need. I glance around at all the other moms who glide in with their pristine diaper bags, coiffed hair, and children who look like they just stepped off a magazine cover. They hand their little ones perfectly filled sippy cups while I can’t help but feel a blend of envy and frustration. Their effortless grace leaves me wondering if I’m the only one navigating this chaotic journey.
Am I the Only One?
Am I the only one who can’t seem to keep body hair at bay? A long enough shower to tackle shaving any part of my body feels like a luxury I can’t afford. And let’s not even talk about the rogue hairs that have taken residence on my face.
Am I alone in having turned quickies into a competitive sport in the living room while our toddler napped in our big bed? Thankfully, we’ve just moved into a place with more bedrooms, so that chapter might finally be closed.
Am I the only one with feet that resemble something from a prehistoric era? My heels are so cracked they could probably cut glass. I’ve just started using lotion again—big step for self-care—but my feet still look like they’re auditioning for a horror film.
Am I the only one who apologizes profusely to anyone who dares to step inside my car? It’s a disaster zone. Loading the kids and their gear takes three trips, but when it’s time to leave, I make just one mad dash for the door, leaving behind wrappers, coffee cups, toys, and even the occasional dirty diaper. That one really cooked in the heat and oh boy did it smell.
Am I the only one who considers leaving the toys strewn across the floor? It’s just going to look the same once they wake up anyway.
Am I the only one who’s ditched jewelry and nail polish? My earrings get yanked, and I fear a lobe disaster. As for nail polish? Who has time to apply it, let alone remove it when it chips 30 minutes later?
Am I the only one who has left the house without the essentials? If my baby decides to unleash a surprise poop, I might have to beg you for an extra diaper. And don’t even ask me what’s lurking in my diaper bag—it’s a mystery even I can’t unravel. Half the time, I forget that my 3-year-old might need a drink until he shouts, “I’m thirsty!” from the backseat.
Am I the only one who has a mini panic attack over whether I left the oven or a burner on after leaving? Sometimes I wonder if my husband would even be shocked if I accidentally burned our home to the ground. I’ve driven back home a few times just to check.
Am I the only one who feels like a complete hot mess consistently?
I’m really trying to get my act together. Maybe I need to enlist a coach to help me navigate this tricky terrain. Or perhaps I’ll just scour Pinterest for some ideas later.
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