I have food on my face, my shirt is stained. I’m currently holding a teething 1 year old curly boy while carrying a 3 month old baby in my belly while my other two big girls are in the background watching a movie.
I have laundry piled on the couch and dishes that need to be washed. My hair is holding on to dear life to my scalp as pregnancy hormones take over and I need a shower.
I’m a mess.
I wish I could tell you that I was ok with all of this but I’m not.
I love a clean home, I detest dishes piling up and laundry? That usually gets attention ASAP. My kids don’t benefit from watching tv, I dislike television as a source of entertainment. I wish I could hold down some food and with all my heart I can’t wait until baby boys teething is done. BUT right now I’m in a different season and I have to accept that. I’ll soon be able to do all my chores, I’ll be able to play all day, I’ll be able to stuff my face, I’ll have a happy baby with a mouth full of teeth.
As hard as it is to accept that I’m no supermom.. it’s true, I’m not.
I thought I was then motherhood knocked on the door to remind me that I’m not.
So with that being said… I’ll try my hardest to love the season I’m in because life goes on and so will all this.