Did I say September 15?
I’m sorry, that must have been the crazy talking.

You know, the crazy. The crazy that can only come from a mother.
The crazy that makes her think she has enough time in a day to keep the laundry done, the kitchen clean, the toilets scrubbed. Enough time in the day to get a shower in, walk the dog, brush her hair, and get a delicious home cooked dinner on the table. The crazy that convinces her that in these days her children will also receive undivided attention, filled with games, crafts, stories and snacks (homemade and organic of course), with absolutely none of that horrible screen time. And the crazy that tells her that obviously she has plenty of time to keep up with an online business, blog posting, and keeping up with other life responsibilities such as getting to every appointment on time, keeping the cupboards stocked with fresh groceries, not missing a single bill payment, etc. The same kind of crazy that convinces her that through all of this, she will also maintain a rockin’ bod, a flawless marriage, and a smile on her face.
That’s probably the crazy that convinced me I should start a blog right before our baby boy arrived.
The crazy that told me I was a complete failure for not keeping up with said blog, or the laundry, or my mile long to-do list, the crazy that told me to just give up on it all. The crazy that I allowed to completely take over my life the past few months.
Fortunately, I’m starting to snap out of it. The crazy is still there.
It always will be. That’s just part of being a mom.
But I’m shifting my focus to the better part of the crazy.
Luckily for us moms, we’re also crazy in love.
With our husbands. With our crazy babies.
That’s the best kind of crazy and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
It’s finally the beginning of my favorite season. And this mommy is finally getting into the swing of things again. Slowly but surely. It helps to be blessed with such amazing friends and family. I can’t thank them enough for helping me pull through. The days are long but the years are short and I just can’t waste anymore time being stuck in the gloom.
So here’s to the load of laundry that’s been in the washer machine a little too long, to the piles of dirty dishes, and to the unfinished to-do lists cluttering the counter. You all can suck it. Cause I’m doing better things with my time. Like spinning in circles around the living room with a two year old in her pink fairy wings and mismatched socks. Or making a complete goof of myself just to get a smile out of my little guy. Or sitting on the couch with the love of my life doing absolutely nothing for a few minutes because both our babies are finally asleep.
I still have bad days, even some no good very bad awful hide-in-the-bathroom-to-cry-for-a-minute kind of days. But I’ve started to try and focus on what I did accomplish in a day instead of what I didn’t. And something wonderful happened. Now I can feel like a super rock star on the days that I go to bed with a clean kitchen, or all the bills caught up on, or a finally completed project that had been sitting in the garage for months. It’s not every day, not even most days. But I’d rather have a few super rock star days than none. So I’ll count it as a win.
Here’s a shout out to all the moms out there. Because we all deal with the crazy. And it’s not always fun. Not even most the time. Just remember that if the only productive thing you did in your day was make hot chocolate for you and your kid, you still made hot chocolate for you and your kid. And it was the best darn cup of hot chocolate your kid had all day. You’re a rock star momma.





















