There is so much pressure to be the world’s best mom. Pressure from myself, pressure from my kids, and pressure from the outside world trying to compete with all the Pinterest-perfect moms out there. I am not a perfect mom. Hell, I don’t even think I am a really good mom. I am an okay mom. Even when I am at my very best, sometimes it doesn’t work and isn’t always good enough. I love my kids with all my heart. I do my very best every day to give them everything they need and make them happy, but I admit, I can’t do it all.
I have some confessions to make.
I’m the mom that sometimes puts my kids to bed without brushing their teeth. They haven’t rotted away yet, so I think I’m okay.
There has been more than one time I have paid my kids actual money to stay in bed (this is what pure desperation looks like).
I take showers; every day. I leave my kids unattended for 10 minutes while I do. Don’t judge…I know the kids are alive and well because they are banging on the bathroom door.
I don’t make festive holiday decorations and cute crafts to put out on the front porch of the house. I don’t want to. There. I said it.
I skip pages when I read my kids’ books so that it is over faster.
I never make organic, homemade, seasonal Pinterest treats for my kids to bring to their school birthday parties. I buy seasonal treats at Costco…and they are never organic.
Sometimes, if I don’t get all the laundry done, I Febreze my kids dirty pants before school. Hey, at least they don’t smell.
I try to get them to eat a fruit of veggie with all meals, but I don’t go all spinach and kale on them. Sometimes we don’t eat vegetables. Shoot me.
Swimming lessons count as a bath, right?
I throw out my kid’s artwork and tell them I put it in a special box downstairs to save forever. I don’t. There is just so much of it.
I make my kids stand outside at the bus stop, even in the winter (I know…the shame).
I’ve sent my kids to their child care center knowing they were a little sick. Give them some ibuprofen and I can get a good 6 hours of work in before they call me to come pick them up.
Sometimes I just put a towel over the pee spot on my daughter’s sheets in the middle of the night when she has an accident…instead of actually changing the pee sheets.
I allow my daughter to go to school with her hair un-brushed and ratted up in knots. It’s not worth the fight in the morning.
Phew….I feel so much better after getting all that off my chest.
I’ve come clean. I’m not perfect. I’m just okay.
Go ahead, judge me. I am going to embrace my okayness. I’m just trying to survive. My life is a shit show.
I’m Barrie. I’m sarcastic, vocal, stubborn, strong-willed, and kind of a pain in the ass. I have a husband who I have been married to for 11 years and three beautiful children boy (8), girl (6), and girl (3). I currently work full-time and in my free time I enjoy….oh wait. I have no free time. I love spending as much time as I can with my husband and children. Being a mom is one of the hardest things I have ever done, but also one of the most rewarding. I am amazed every day at the chaos, laughs, adventures, and exhaustion that motherhood brings.
I have been featured on Scary Mommy, Parent Co., Sammiches and Psych Meds, For Every Mom, and am a regular contributing writer on Modern Mom.
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