We are a unique generation of Moms. We are often isolated from family and wrestling with our desire to be both amazing homemakers and fulfilled either creatively or professionally.
We were constantly told as children that we can be and do anything we want. Yet we are not so far from the generation of our mothers and grandmothers who stayed home and created a beautiful family life often with the help of relatives who lived nearby.
We are conflicted.
At the very centre of that conflict is our home. It’s where we do daily battle. It’s where life catches up with us and we give ourselves a hard time for not ‘having it all together’.
Surprise! When you’re a mom you can’t call in sick! There’s no one to call because you are the boss. (In theory, the kids might not know that part). If you’re a stay at home mom or a work from home mom then you know all about this. The workload doesn’t change but your ability to get off the couch is drastically reduced. It’s one of those ‘joys’ of parenthood.
As with any other major disaster, the key to survival is to be prepared. Here are 8 tips to help you get through the day when you feel like you’ve been run over by a bus.
1. Keep a stash of paper plates and plastic cups on hand for emergency use. You don’t want to be doing dishes, but chances are if you don’t wash them then they pile up and up on your counters until the stack is blocking access to the Cheerios box. Forget that. Do yourself a favour and use the disposable dinnerware.
My journey into Motherhood began with a barrage of unsolicited advice and horror stories as soon as the strip turned pink. My online world was overflowing with links to parenting blogs, articles and news stories, some were helpful while others were terrifying. Mommy wars and the vicious judgements we pile on each other were surprising and disheartening. Can you relate to my experience!?
When my first son arrived, I was totally overwhelmed. Not just with the realities of day to day life with a tiny human, but also with the onslaught of information and conflicting opinions that were thrown at me. I was so worried that I was doing it all wrong that I neglected to trust my mama instincts.
After my second boy was born I had a better idea of what I could and couldn’t control. I had zero control over when and where a diaper blowout would occur, mama instincts don’t cover that. But I could take these steps to make sure ‘parenting information overwhelm’ didn’t strike again.