-My living room looks like this 90 percent of the time. I do clean it almost daily but it only lasts about 3 minutes.
-I've shed more than a few tears over our breastfeeding issues.
-Emerson pretty much refuses to eat anything even remotely healthy these days. She's had more granola bars and goldfish than I care to admit.
-I haven't really cleaned our bathrooms since before Adelyn was born.
-Emerson has the lines to several movies memorized because she has watched them so many times since we brought Adelyn home.
-Sometimes I feel like throwing the breast pump out the window.
-I feel like Emerson is forgetting so much of what she has learned because I haven't been working with her. I have grand plans for activities we can do each day but they just haven't been getting done.
-I haven't touched my sewing or embroidery machines since I finished Adelyn's nursery. Valentine's shirts for the kiddos? Yeah- it didn't happen.
-Emerson's room currently looks like a bomb went off in it. It's pretty much impossible to keep it clean for any length of time.
-I feel like most of my time is spent trying to nurse Adelyn, bottle feeding, and pumping. It's exhausting at times.
-Emerson has heard "in just a minute" about 50 times a day for the last month.
-I feel like the laundry is never ending. I currently have a very large pile waiting to be folded and it's just sitting in the middle of the upstairs hallway.
-We have hardly left the house this week and I've pretty much been in yoga pants from sun up to sun down.
-I feel like I fail my children in one way or another at least once a day. I lose my patience. I say no a million times. I have this idea of what kind of mom I want to be and there are so many times that I just can't live up to my own expectations. I have these beautiful, amazing girls. These precious gifts from God and I just want to be perfect for them.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't have it all together. Not even close. I'm a mess, you guys! But the good news is that I know I am not the only one. I know that this is just a season of life. A fleeting moment in time that I will want back before I know it. I know that my house won't always be in disarray and that eventually I'll miss cleaning up those crumbs from breakfast and lunch. Although it's hard to believe it now, I'm sure I'll even miss those epic toddler tantrums.
So on the hardest of days, the days where I feel like I'm failing, I'm going to remind myself of a simple, yet very real truth: my kids don't know that I'm a mess. They don't care that there are sticky handprints on the kitchen table from last week or that the piles of laundry just keep getting bigger. All they know is that I am there when they wake up from their naps, ready and waiting with a big hug. They know that I will play princesses or dress up or that we can hold hands while we watch a movie on the couch. They know that we can play dragons at the park and that I will always be there to catch them at the bottom of the slide.
They don't need perfect.
They just need me.