Moms: When did we get so hard on ourselves?
Why are we driving ourselves crazy trying to DO ALL THE THINGS?
Leave the laundry pile, your family will not suffer for not having folded laundry for yet another day.
The floors can wait, unless your feet are sticking to the floor, leave it, until company comes over, or get a dog.
Dinner not on the table? Who the hell cares, dial up Swiss Chalet, go to the drive thru, have cereal for dinner. For crying out loud your kids will not die of scurvy because you give your self a break one even three (gasp!) nights a week. That’s what vitamins are for.
Wore sweats again today? Hopefully you have a pair of matching slippers to go with them.
It’s time to take a minute and realize what’s important. No, no, none of that time with your family crap, I mean really important. You time. Yes that’s right I said it. Since having children your time has been theirs and only theirs, its time to take it back.
Say no to the dishes, screw you dirty toilet bowl, shit happens and this mama is taking a time out. Put the kids to bed; pour that glass of wine, and cheers to you lady!
Working mom, stay at home mom, I don’t care what kind of mom; you’re a mom and its time to realize that the most important job is already done. Bed time. You survived another day, no one was lost in the pile of laundry. You may have gotten hurt by the Lego on the floor, but those were created by Satan, so they don’t count. The dishes will still be there, and hopefully long enough so someone else will notice them and do something about it. Just saying.
The reason we remember our mothers keeping such tidy homes is because, we were old enough to remember. Which most likely means that we were also old enough to help, or you know, do all the chores, while mom sat on the couch watching her stories. Yes, I said stories. I hear that Victor is a real dream boat. No wonder she had time to make a three course dinner every night. Salad totally counts as a course by the way.
No matter what the people say, the Zombie apocalypse is not coming tomorrow. Which means, when you feel like doing all the things again, you can. Today, rest. Your kids won’t notice. I promise.