I have worked all weekend. With the slight exception of a few hours when my bestie cooked my family pizzas for lunch, I have been either in my classroom or sitting at my dining room table in front of my lap top.
I don’t have spare time at the moment. If I’m not at work, I’m working at home. If I’m not working at home, I’m at work setting up for my work week!
Wait, I tell a lie! I did go and do the groceries about an hour ago.
And you know what I was thinking about the whole time I did the groceries. You shouldn’t be buying that, too many preservatives. You shouldn’t be buying that, too much sugar. You should be cooking fresh banana bread instead of the pre packaged banana bread in the “health food” section. Maybe you should get a Thermomix (thought I’d throw that one in, just in case Mr Not Another Supermum is reading) You shouldn’t have been short tempered when your son asked you to watch something funny he had found on YouTube this morning. You shouldn’t have said that you were too tired. You shouldn’t be working so much. You shouldn’t be working full time and trying to raise your kids.
And then I got into the car and thought to myself…..
Shut the hell up!
Shut the hell up and give yourself a break!
Your kids are fine. They are not going to die if you give them the rice wheels with the chicken flavouring all over them instead of the plain, cardboard tasting ones. They get where they need to be. They know their parents….ridiculously busy parents…..love them. They also know that if their ridiculously busy parents weren’t working full time, they wouldn’t be able to afford for them to be so busy in the first place!
You’re allowed to snap every now and then. You’re not perfect. You’re not the TV mum that is making you feel completely incompetent. (At the moment, it’s Tea Leoni in Madam Secretary. She is the bloody Secretary of State for the United States of America and still manages to have a perfect relationship with all of her kids, a sex life that would give a 20 year old a run for their money and the dinner on the table. If you haven’t seen it, DON”T. Not good for the mother guilt!)
So, after my epiphany in the front seat of my car, I am declaring today National “Stop with the Mother Guilt and Give Yourself a Break” Day.
Cause none of us are perfect and never will be. I read a great quote the other day which makes me feel a whole lot better this evening.
“Don’t compare yourself with other mums. We are all a hot mess, some of us just hide it better than others.”
Happy Give Yourself a Break Day!