Somedays I am awesome. I amaze even myself. I get up in the morning, with very little snoozing. Put on a clean, well coordinated outfit while Ms. Isabella snoozes. My hair is neat, maybe I'll put on makeup if I'm feeling crazy. Change and feed Isabella, unless my Mom gets there a few minutes early. Pack my lunch, make my coffee, go to work, shape the minds of a bunch of 8 and 9 year olds, have witty banter with friends. Then I come home play with my daughter, chat with my husband, split the bedtime routine, make a delicious dinner, straighten up, catch up with my e-business, shower, get ready for the next day, and go to sleep. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded and put away, the floor is clean. Ahhhhhh, Super Mom!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Then there are the Super Flop days. I over snooze, rush to put on the least wrinkled thing in my closet, my hair is a hot mess in a messy ponytail, and not the sexy messy ponytails like the clebs have, think more along the lines of a gym ponytail. My mom is already feeding Isabella. I grab my coffee, kiss my girl goodbye, get in my car and realize I forgot my lunch/cell phone/purse, go in and grab it. Sit in tons of traffic since I left so late, hunt for parking, and squeak in just before the bell rings. Then I frantically try to put my lessons together for the day. I'm really good at my job so even if I have to wing it I'm ok. Barely have a second to chat with coworkers. Go home, play with Isabella and chat with Andy, split bedtime, make a super quick dinner, take a shower, and crash in front of the TV.
Most days fall somewhere inbetween that spectrum, but man the drive to be Super Mom is sometimes all encompassing that I'm left feeling like a flop if I don't achieve it. It's unrealistic I know, but I just feel so much more put together when I look decent and my house looks decent. Like it doesn't look like the toy workshop in the North Pole and there aren't crumbs on the floor from when we eat in front of the TV. I just hate feeling so...I don't know, unkempt I guess.
Posted by Melissa G. at 5:23 AM