Supermom; oh how I wish I could be her. To be able to do all the things on my never ending ‘list’. To feel like I didn’t waste an entire day and/or evening because I was just ‘too tired’ to move off of the couch. To actually wash my hair more than once maybe twice a week. Yes; to be ‘Supermom’ would be fabulous but instead I’m currently sprawled out on the couch, ignoring the five loads of laundry that need to be hung in the closet and instead, blogging about what I wish I had the energy to actually do.

Being a working mom is hard. Being a stay-at-home mom is hard. Being a mom is just plain hard. Some days I feel like I’ve climbed Mt. Everest simply because I managed to apply some mascara and wear something other than the same three-day-worn yoga pants. Our house is neat and tidy (most of the time), Nate is always in clean clothes, our cat’s litter boxes are always scooped; yet somehow there are days when I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything. Maybe it’s because I spend my whole shift at work taking care of others then when I come home, I simply can’t be bothered to take care of my house let alone myself. Is that sad? Maybe? It’s hard to tell anymore. I suppose it is what I signed up for when I decided to become a shift worker but man let me tell you; it was not this hard before I had my son. As much as I absolutely love that kid and would do anything for him, I am exhausted 98% of the time. There is barely an hour that goes by in the day where I don’t think or say out loud how tired I really am. I never appreciated sleep before and now there are moments when I long for all the times I could have napped but didn’t.

I see other bloggers and ‘Instagram Moms’ out there and I think to myself “Holy crap. How do they have time to post so many flawless pictures and blog and take care of their kids and clean? Did I even eat today? Nope. Definitely didn’t even manage to eat today.” It’s just one of those things I suppose. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be ‘Supermom’ and I’m finally realizing that I’m totally cool with that. You can have you perfectly captured photos and your five star dinners; I’ll be over here in my cat pajama bottoms eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon that I found in the sink.