When I worked in an office and was actually going to work every day I used to be so envious of these women I would see on social media that got to stay home with their kiddos. They always look so put together, stress free, and happy. I used to think
“It must be so nice that they can wake up and have breakfast with their kids, catch up on their DVR, take a long hot shower, take their time putting on makeup, take walks and go to the park, and work on passion projects without the distraction of meetings and deadlines.”
And then I became a work-from-home mom and I realized that idea could not be more far off from reality.
THEN I was having a conversation with someone who said to me, “I need to be more like you in the morning, you always look so put together!” First I laughed my ass off and then it dawned on me. Do people actually think this?! Am I unintentionally making other moms feel subpar because they don’t have time to take a shower in the morning?! Or they can’t take their kids on an afternoon walk?! Oh no, no, no. NO.
This post was also semi-inspired by one of my favorite bloggers Caitlin over at Confessions of a Northern Belle. She did an amazing post called, “Five Lies Bloggers Tell You” and it was spot on. A super great read, I HIGHLY suggest it!
So! Allow me to put this rumor to rest right now and show you what you think is happening at my house in the morning versus what is ACTUALLY happening at my house in the morning.
The “Instagram” Morning
My baby is a 7:30 to 7:30 baby. He goes to sleep promptly at 7:30 every night with no fuss and sleeps fully through the night until the little birdies outside of his window wake him up. I hear his sweet cooing and after a nice big stretch I go into his room and pick up him out of his crib. I then brush my teeth, wash my face, and throw on my cozy house robe and we head downstairs so mommy can get a nice, hot cup of coffee.
The Real Morning
This last month my “7:30 to 7:30 baby” has been waking up multiple times a night and then around 6:00 every single morning. I know he is awake each morning because I hear his yelling. No screaming, he’s not upset…he’s just yelling! No sweet cooing or baby babble, it’s more like “MA! GET ME A FOOD!”
I race in there and pick him up at which point he smiles because he’s actually excited to see me! Sometimes he’s pissed through his diaper so I have to change his clothes which he absolutely hates. At this point, I haven’t even put my contact lenses in and sometimes I start putting his diaper on backwards. After that fun activity is over I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth but Wyatt won’t let me put him down so he does this “plank” thing and completely stiffens up. So then I have to force him to sit down on the floor and I brush my teeth to the adorable sounds of his “crying for no real reason”. It is at this point that I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I am wearing my husband t-shirt that is 10x too big, pajama pants that are from 5 years ago (there is a hole in the ass part and they somehow shrunk length wise so I am basically wearing high wader’s), and white socks. There is no fancy robe, no silky pajamas or cute little boxers. This is what my husband gets to wake up to on the weekends y’all. I know, he’s so lucky.
The “Instagram” Breakfast Time
Then it’s time for a delicious breakfast with all the food groups included. My sweet son eats peacefully in his high chair while I savor my first few sips of piping hot coffee. Mmmm…yummy.
The Real Breakfast Time
We then go downstairs for “breakfast” (I put this in quotes because normally I either don’t eat at all or like today it was a handful of Trix cereal because I am an adult). Again, Wyatt won’t let me put him down which is a lovely little phase that we’re going through. I have to bribe him with a Nutri-Grain bar or Waffle with blueberries. He will eat about 2 bites of whatever he’s eating actually SITTING in his high chair and then he’s done with the high chair.
Oh, and I still haven’t had a sip of coffee. SO! Now we’re getting out of the high chair and I am transferring his crazy sticky breakfast to a plate placement that I put on the coffee table. But don’t forget, he won’t let me put him down. So this is what breakfast time actually looks like. Me trying to get him to eat anything, anywhere, in any capacity. Still…no coffee.
The “Instagram” Work Day
After he is done with breakfast he plays peacefully with his toys and listens to some nursery rhymes. This gives me enough time to focus on my blog, my social media work, and get some great content up for you guys and my clients! I know, it’s such a peaceful work environment I can’t believe how much I am able to accomplish so early in the morning.
The Real Work Day
Any time my sweet, curious little guy sees me open my computer he HAS to touch it. He will crawl up my leg to get to it, pull back on the screen as hard as he can so he can see what I am doing. Oh, little buddy please just let mommy work, haha. At this point it is roughly 11:00 AM and I am still in this ensemble. I would shower during nap time, but I have to actually work during nap time now. So I’m just gonna stay in this really cute outfit I am wearing, the socks really make it a look. Someone call Tyra, I’m trying out for that model show.
The “Instagram” Household
At least my house is always so nice and clean right!? I don’t know how I do it, I just manage to do it all. The carpet is always vacuumed, the toys are always so neatly piled up, and you will never find a dirty dish in my sink. Because, ya know, “I love coming downstairs to a clean kitchen every day.”
The Real Household – The Best Household
I am one person. I wake up everyday and do the absolute best that I can. My house is my home, it is where we live together as a family. I don’t stress because there are toys all over the floor, or that the dog is shedding everywhere. It doesn’t bother me that my stairs have piles of things on them that need to be taken upstairs (for weeks now!). Most of the time there are dishes in my sink and a lot of the time it’s because I load the dishwasher and forget to run it.
My little guy is only going to be this little for so long and I will not spend my days stressing about clutter and laundry. If Wyatt wants to throw the diapers out of the basket and all over the floor that’s fine with me. He is 13-months-old, he is exploring not being messy. If he wants to pull every single toy out of his bin and not play with a single one of them, that’s fine too. He’s being curious not mischievous. If he is being oddly picky with his breakfast I won’t get upset, he’s learning what he likes and what he doesn’t. And every single day I get to wake up to this little face and those busy little hands, is already a great day before it even really starts. No matter how many sips of coffee I get to have.
So, for all you out there that think I wake up every single day with birds chirping on my window sill, and seven dwarfs ready to cook my breakfast I want to make sure you know, this is fake news. This is what real life is.
I am a mom, a REAL MOM. One day I’ll have time to take a sip of coffee that’s actually hot, and one day I’ll actually eat breakfast versus getting to 2 PM and realizing I haven’t had a thing to eat all day. One day I might be able to keep my living room semi-organized. One day I’ll have time to shower more than 3 times a week, hell I might even be able to shave my legs!
But for now, I am going to sit in my mess and enjoy my mess, this beautiful, fantastic, and amazing mess that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
I hope you guys enjoyed this post and I really hope some of you can relate! Don’t forget, if you’re new around here, you can follow along on my journey on Instagram: @caseysellersblog.
Have a great day friends!