The Not So Perfect Mom

I haven't posted in a long time. I got caught up in living my life as we all do and getting through the day to day. I got to thinking after spending some time on Facebook about all the people who have blogs now. That doesn't really bother me but what bothers me is it feels like all these blogs are about how great their lives are and what everyone else needs to do to be like them. I thought to myself I wish these people would just admit that their life is not perfect, they don't know everything, their way is not better than mine and they are NOT perfect. I'm frustrated and the solution would easily be to stop going on Facebook and to stop reading their blogs but I can't. It's a sickness! I freely admit that I am not perfect. I work hard at being the best mom I can be but I fail daily. The one thing I can guarantee though is that at the end of the day my kids know I love them. It's a Wonderful Life is dedicated to all the parents who need to feel like they are not the only ones who are struggling. I'm not going to tell you that I am struggling and then list all the ways I've stopped struggling because that would be a lie. Everyday I come up with some kind of solution to making my life better and everyday I find I'm just too tired to keep up. Here are my stories. Hope you enjoy! After feeling frustrated that my house was messy and not wanting to spend my entire weekend cleaning it all the time, I came up with the most amazing idea. I was going to clean one room a day. Not the first time I had this idea but it was going to work this time. First week was awesonme but by the end of it I was exhausted. It was 9:30pm I had finally finsished making supper, eating supper, homework with the kids, cleaning the kitchen and now when all I wanted to do was lay in bed and watch T.V. I had that damned room to clean. And I did. Everyday that week no matter how late it was I cleaned the room and my house looked fabulous but I was done. I was so tired that now not only have I stopped the room a day seems like I've stopped cleaning all together. My house is a disaster! The worse it gets the more overwhelemed I feel. But guess what my kids know I love them, my husband knows I love him and we are happy. So screw it! I'll get it done. I'm not perfect.