A few weeks after I returned to work after being home with my newborn daughter and my two year old son, I had a meltdown moment with my mom. A moment where I told her that it was all too much. Being a mom. The lack of sleep. The full-time teaching job. Keeping a house together. Grocery shopping. Errands.
She listened and then she said these powerful words. Since that moment, I have learned to show myself grace and to let go of my own over the top expectations.
My mom always worked full-time. She wasn't giving me advice about something that she didn't know about. She had been there. More than once.
I still have PLENTY of moments where I feel overwhelmed. Mom life is non-stop. My older kids are now 9 and 7 which means I sleep more and they are fairly independent. The time investment looks different in many ways, but it's still a significant investment.
Some days I have it all together. Our house looks decent. I try a new recipe. The laundry is caught up. The reading minutes are done. The backpacks are cleaned out. My kids eat a wholesome breakfast.
Other days I make it to work in the nick of time. My kids eat cereal for breakfast and take out or frozen pizza for dinner. The house looks like a bomb went off.
And both are okay.