In today’s blog it’s all about having the perfect life as a Mom, nailing those Pinterest projects, staying organized and having the best Instagram photos with no filters.
Ignore everything in the above sentence. No one is that perfect. Not a single celebrity, royalty or social media influencer is perfect. Trust me. They fight, can be disorganized, have melt downs, cry and can be an all around hot mess like the rest of us.
If you’ve every thought to yourself ‘Wow Amanda Lee has it all figured out, she has it all together, her house must be perfectly organized and she look fabulous’ I appreciate it, but you’re wrong. Today for a low low price of $14.95 you can be a hot mess like me, too! (Because that’s the amount of Starbucks mocha frappa somethingerothers it’s going to take to make me feel better).
Today let’s talk about those days you’re a hot mess and it’s ok!
Almost a month ago I got a new breast pump that allowed me to move about the studio, office, commuting without wires or tubes tying me to a wall or a bulky pump (thank you insurance and multiple persistent phone calls). Working Mom for the win! Fast forward to now…Charlotte started daycare and is doing great! My husband is back at work and we’re commuting as a family! I felt confident again, efficient, like a really had this ‘Mom’ thing figured out for a change.
Until this morning. Started the new routine of getting ready for the day, went to get the pump…and it wouldn’t…turn…on. (Granted I did spill a container of breastmilk on the floor last night and was still pretty upset about that…) Now I wanted to cry. Then it decided to work all of a sudden. For 5…entire…MINUTES! I threw it in my work bag, looked for the big bulky Spectra pump and accessories to go to work (no time to troubleshoot that mess now).
Later I’ll have to do common core math to figure out what time is in the UK for customer service as that’s where the company for my pump is located. Ugh.
Now I’m searching frantically for a pair of thick socks (bc my toes get cold and I can’t seem to wear my clogs without thick socks). OH WELL! Can’t find any…these thin pair will do! (We’ll get to that later)
I get to the studio, look down and I notice a seam on my shirt. It’s the inner seam. As in the seam that’s supposed to be on the INSIDE?! DEAR GOD MY SHIRT IS ON INSIDE OUT!!! I even dropped off my daughter at daycare, said ‘bye to my husband and no one said ‘boo’. Whoa. Feeling really dumb at the moment….it gets better…or worse really….
Whatever. I’ll just turn my shirt right side out. Totally fixable. I get up to go to the ladies room to correct this wardrobe error when pain from both of my ankles wakes me up. Like tiny rubber bands snapping on my ankles. Oh yea…that’s why I need to wear thick socks with these clogs…probably an old tennis injury that’s aggravated…It’s fine….
Until I look down at my chair for who knows what reason and notice some pasty white skin peeking out from the leg of my pants. I RIPPED THE INSEAM OF MY PANTS! It had to have happened when I went to get something out of my bag and didn’t notice. Or this morning and yet again…no one said anything.
So there you have it. I’m a hot mess. It’s that’s okay. Don’t for a second think that Beyonce, Chrissy Teigen or even the Duke and Dutchess of Cambridge are perfect all the time. (To be honest they have plenty of assistants or even Nannies to help I’m sure).
To the new Mom in line at Old Navy (only to realize you’re not in line at all, you’re just standing behind a poorly place mannequin)…it’s cool. You’ll have those days.
So let my ripped pants, inside out shirt, broken pump and shoes tossed in the corner next to my terribly packed bag serve as a reminder…
We all have hot mess days. All of us. And it’ll be okay! Unless you’re still in line behind a mannequin at Old Navy wondering why no one is moving. They’re plastic, honey, they’re not moving.