Just A Mom

I just ordered myself a new t-shirt. My old one was looking a little ragged. Mostly because I wore it too much.

It says "Just a Mom. I don't think so."

Sold by a local company, Mom’s Rock, who’s manifesto is pretty kick ass if you ask me.

Anyway – ‘tis that time of the year I guess. When I wonder if I'm "Just a Mom." Or "Just a Wife." Or "Just a friend."

Hold on and work with me, people.

Ever feel like you just have a gajillion things going on? And no where to go but, well, anywhere but here?

I’m feeling that way. And I’m not even that busy at work. But there’s stuff to be done there because it’s about to get busy. At home, there are projects on my ‘to do’ list that are haunting me.

Literally.

Like a lil voice going “hellooooo, this gorgeous hand drawn picture of your children? The one that a friend drew for you? Right here?? That frame is STILL too small – FIX IT NOW!”

I hear that shit. In my head. Maybe I should get this checked out.

Wait. I already do that. The head shrinking stuff.

So I currently have approximately 17 balls up in the air and I’m juggling and I’m figuring it out.

Want to know what’s helping me? I have accepted (for now) that I’m only one person. And I can only do so much.

And some of it won’t be perfect.

And dust bunnies will breed.

And laundry will pile [oh the muthereffing laundry!]

But my kids?

They will smell of SunScream and mud. They will be tired from giggling and playing. They will be fed. They will (hopefully) remember our play time and not the hairy corners of the living room. They will (also hopefully) respect my decision to work out of the home.

And at the end of the day, they will tell me…all sing-songy…that they love me “more than minty cookies*” and I’ll be completely happy with that.

Am I "just" anything? I don't think so ;)



*thin mints. those little bitches got me again. but they're the best currency going for the boys these days. girl scouts FTW!