My hair and makeup isn't done. I have a red welt under my eye from where my three year old kicked me angrily in the face. I'm up 6 pounds in three weeks.
Tommy's eyes are red because he is a hot mess. He is hardly sleeping and is full of snot for the first time in his 8 months of life. He's rocking a low grade fever and cannot handle being put down for more than a few minutes. And now we're on formula full time so the mom guilt is eating me alive.
Emma is eating a lunch of deli meat, unwashed grapes, carrot sticks and Cheez-it's at our crumb-covered table. She's refusing to wear pants or a sweatshirt despite the cool weather.
The path between my perch on the couch and the table is riddled with toys and dog hair and stains from mud tracked into the house.
Moms, if you are feeling like you just can't get your shit together today, I promise you that you aren't alone. It's easy to fall into the 'selfie' trap of only showing the successes and perfection. But life isn't perfect - nothing is. No one is.
You aren't alone.