Sometimes I let my daughter eat two of those pouchy nothomemade things of food for lunch. I just hand them to her, I don’t even consider a spoon, because I haven’t got the strength to be the perfect blw mom. Sometimes I sit her in front of a mother goose playlist on youtube and I take a shower. A real shower. A theregoesthehotwater and mylegsfeelsosmooth kind of shower because if I don’t I may never look at myself in the mirror again. Sometimes I call my mom to babysit last minute even though I know my daughter may not handle it well and my mom isn’t justlikeme, because if I don’t I feel like I may as well just get divorced. Sometimes those times are all on the same day. Sometimes is today.
This is the kind of day I’m having. I’m totally okay with it. I’m totally okay with how I’m handling it.
I just want you to have permission to have whatever kind of day you’re having, too.