By now, everyone knows that I have two adorable boys that are the most well-behaved, perfect, and smartest children ever known to mankind. They *never* fuss or cry, they eat everything (including all green vegetables!), they go to bed on time every night and I never have to remind my oldest to wash his feet in the shower AND brush his teeth--and my oldest never talks back and he does everything I ask him to do the first time, every time. My baby's poops don't even smell! And if they do, it's little a little blast of aromatherapy--lavender and lime blossoms.
RIGHT. You all know better--I have kids. Normal kids. I just typed the above to see how it felt to be one of "those" moms that I run into all the time around here. The ones that you can tell are lying through their teeth and when they smile, the smile doesn't quite reach their eyes. And they're also probably jonesing for either more caffeine or wine, or food that doesn't involve a chicken nugget. Or maybe all, and at the same time. But, to each their own...
My kids aren't perfect and neither am I--many people I know can back me up on that one. I try to be the best mom and wife out there and often get in my own way in the process. I drink too much caffeine, not enough water, I do open up wine while I feed my baby dinner, AND I sometimes eat stale tortilla chips for lunch with a Diet Coke. I let Bee watch Baby Einstein and I let Connor play Minecraft. I'd love to say I cook dinner every night, but I don't. As a matter of fact, we get takeout so often from the Mexican place up the street that we actually bought one of the guys there a baby gift. No kidding. Oh, and I also have a nanny come in usually at least once a week so I can get a few hours to myself to run errands (or get that above mentioned pedicure).
But, I love my kids, my friends, my husband. I have a pretty remarkable life. I'm getting better at balancing everything as Bee gets older. I do my hair and makeup most days because it makes me feel good about ME (now, you're not getting me out of my daily sweatpants for awhile okay?). I realized I need to go to bed earlier than my husband, which sucks, but it also makes me a nicer person the next day.
Even with all the responsibilities in my life, I still obsess over skincare (mainly eye creams because these bags need to be CHECKED people, they will NOT fit in the overhead compartment!), mascara, perfume, and getting my nails done (at least pedicures--I don't want Centaur boots--don't know that reference? Check out Fox's "New Girl"). I like my house to smell nice and to have clean sheets that smell like lavender to slip into at night. My car is always clean.
These might seem self-absorbed and some moms would give me a ration of sh*t for sure for doing these things instead of using everysingleminute to take care of my kids and husband. But you know what? I'm learning that I need to have these things. They make me happy, and when I'm happy, life is much easier (for me and everyone else--especially the hubster).
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