I like to start my Super Days off with a nice latte, a little yoga and some time in the books (i.e. my planners because what is life without organization?!) After I have some quality “me
Okay, okay, okay.
First of all… NO, just no. None of that is accurate.. I’m NOT super mom nor am I super wife – but I AM super tired, stressed, drained, sore, and well… cool. I am super, duper cool. Wanna know what makes me sooo cool? I don’t try to be Super Mom! And, I don’t try to make anyone think I’m super anything. I’m just ME.
Whether I’m tired, stressed or skipping with joy, you will always get the same Lyndsey out of me. Example: I will pop, lock, & drop it at the drop of a dime because I’m always ready to showcase my dance skills. I will also cut you up with my tongue in a second (if you push me to it!) because I’m bad to the bone. And, I will ALWAYS greet you with a smile because I believe in first impressions.
Yes, my life has drastically changed over the last 12 months and I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t changed me.
I realize a lot of people that know me think I’m something more than I am (in my opinion) and I’ve been left wanting to address that idea. When it comes to me being a “Super Mom” all I can say is… I wish! I wish I could always be the best mom/wife/home keeper. I wish I could do it all and take all the credit.
But the reality is… I’m lucky to have all three of my girls in shirts – let alone fully clothed! Getting the divas styled from head-to-toe is a seldom occurrence. And as for “me” time?! Is that even a thing ? I don’t know about you other moms out there but “me time” comes maybe once-a-month when my husband pushes my stressed butt out the door and tells me to go get a shake (because Herbalife is a MAJOR pick me up) and to buy some new sweat pants.
I could not do a fraction of what I do if I didn’t have my husband, Grant. He is the House Chef, he gives baths/changes diapers/throws all the toys laying on the floor into trash bags before I get home (so it always looks clean when I walk in)…and even when I find the hidden trash bags weeks later, I’m still appreciative that he did whatever he could to make my day a little less stressful. Thank you, Grant.
No, my life isn’t a blissful walk in the park. Having a family of FIVE comes with a bus-load of up’s & down’s… and an equal amount of laundry. I can’t do it all; there’s always a new mess to be cleaned or a boo-boo to be kissed.
Maybe my only real Super Power is that I strive to do life and this “mom” thing with a smile. The days I can laugh along with my family – while the messes are being made – are the are the days that I strive for. ❤
•Today was one of those days, I managed to laugh through the purging of this mess I walked into 😳