When I was a full-time working mom, I was guilty.
Guilty of leaving the dishes in the sink. For multiple days. Guilty of yelling at my teeny-tiny children for losing their shoes, needing to pee, and making me late. Guilty of never printing real life physical pictures. Guilty of counting the hours I am with my kids and they are not sleeping. It wasn’t very many.
When I was a part-time work-from-home mom, I was guilty.
Guilty of putting my kids in front of video games and cartoons so I could get work done. Guilty of leaving dishes in the sink. For multiple days. Guilty of yelling at the three now teeny-tiny children for losing their shoes, needing to pee, and making me late. Guilty of counting the hours I wasn’t on the floor building towers, gluing crafts, and reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear. It was many.
Now I am a stay-at-home mom. Full-time. I am guilty.
Guilty of watching an hour of Scandal, mid-day. Guilty of leaving the dishes out. Overnight. Guilty of yelling at my now four teeny-tiny children for putting holes in their new socks, peeing all over the toilet seat, and making me late. Seriously, where are your shoes?! Guilty of counting the hours until they go to bed. Oh, so many hours….
I am done being guilty.
Done with not being a good mom.
Done with not being a good enough mom.
Done with being just a mom.
I have done this mom thing a lot of different ways over the past eight years. I am by no means an expert, but no matter how much I try or how much I do, my kids can never find their shoes. Like ever.
So goodbye, mom guilt. I don’t know who invited you into my life in the first place. But I am done with you. I don’t have time for you. I’ve got necks to squeeze, shows to watch, and yes, shoes to find.