Taking a Chance

I will celebrate my five-year mama anniversary in September.

I have two sons, a high schooler and a preschooler. (Hold the phone… Mom for five years… high schooler… Math not adding up in your head? Don’t worry, it doesn’t add up in mine either. I’ll explain in a different post.)

Those five years are a big ugly beautiful blur in my mind now.

Not only am I keeping up with my boys, but I have a husband, a dog, a cat, and a small business. I am tuckered-out from trying to keep up with the Joneses, the Obamas, the Kardashians… I’m just tired.

Frazzled is more like it.

a verb.
to be completely exhausted.

These kids and this husband and these animals and this business have worn me out.

No more, I say. No more.

So I have decided to take a chance… on myself. As of September 2018, I’m changing some stuff. While I might remain frazzled at times, I’m focusing on me a lot more.

Sorry, kiddos. High schooler, wash your own darn hoodie. Preschooler, get your own glass of water. Hubby, I love ya… no demands from you… Just ask me out on a date, would ya? And for the love of Peter Parker, dog stop barking! I will feed you when I’m done feeding everyone else.

I’m going to watch movies that I want to once a month. Like The Post. Oh so good. A political drama that exceeded my expectations. (I digress.) I’m going to be always reading a book that brings me joy. And seriously, I’m going to wear my stretchy pants and feel no shame. (P.S. Affiliate link coming at ya… these are my all-time favorite stretchy pants. And you can not beat $17. Get you some. I have five pairs.) HDE Women's Color Block Fold Over Waist Yoga Pants Flare Leg Workout Leggings

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m going to keep doing this mama job with class, dignity and vigor. But! That’s where the buck stops. Forget the super cutesy, super crafty, hours-long projects that no one in my family gives a crap about. Why do I even bother with the Nailed It-style baked goods to take to the preschool when my preschooler ends up throwing it on the floor… or sometimes at me even? (Another story coming at ya very soon.) I do it for the fame, man. Let’s be real, mamas… We are often frazzled because we’re trying to keep up with an image and frankly take care of everyone but ourselves.

No more, I say. No more.

Let’s all agree to end the madness. Can we do it together?

Hope you’ll join the Mama Frazzled Sisterhood. We’re going to laugh together. We’re going to cry together. And most importantly we are going to reassure one another.

So glad you’re here. Let’s do this thing, fellow frazzled mamas.

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