You know who you are. You’re late. You forgot something. It’s 6:30 pm and you’re still not sure what’s for dinner (Chicfila, anyone?). Halfway through the grocery store you realize your shirt has some sort of gunk on it. Your kid is in the grocery cart eating grapes (or worse, powdered donuts) and you can’t even bring yourself to care. Your greatest accomplishment of the day is you remembered to put the laundry you washed into the dryer instead of letting it get stinky. Again.
You stopped beating yourself up for your lack of perfection, but still wish you could just get things done for a change. You’re so tired of going through life feeling like you’re in the middle of a batting cage with all the pitching machines pointing at you. You’re swinging your little bat around trying to hit all the balls, but that crap is HARD. Juggling life is HARD!
And it’s like you can feel people looking at you and judging. They don’t get why you can’t just get somewhere on time, or why you always forget something. You can’t figure it out either! So you resort to either 1- beating yourself up; 2- giving up on any hope of ever successfully adulting; 3- become a grocery store wine connoisseur; or 4- all of the above.
No shade here, sister. You are in good company. I get you. I sooo get you.
This blog has served a handful of purposes since I launched it in January, but I think I’ve finally figured out what I truly want to focus on.
Hot Mess Mom Rehabilitation.
Stay with me here…
I’m a hot mess mom. All of my kids are about to be in school full time. I’m self-employed. I’ve decided it’s time to finally get my crap together. I’ve been working HARD on it for several months, but this is it. I’m putting aside a lot of things that give me great personal satisfaction in order to focus on becoming the person God intended me to be. I’m not taking new copywriting clients for a while. So much of my self-worth is tied to my success in business/career. Money isn’t everything. I will never become as successful as I know I CAN be (and want to be) unless I grow personally.
I don’t beat myself up about being a hot mess mom. I know where my problems are rooted and I’m working on it. That’s the best I can do. No reason to further damage my self-worth.
So what does this have to do with you? And what the heck is Hot Mess Mom Rehabilitation?
Our hot mess behaviors are not our fault. They are rooted sooooo deeply. And they’ve been there a LOOOONG time. Way before you ever showed up late to your kid’s doctor’s appointment or baseball practice. These are thoughts, behaviors and defense mechanisms that are rooted in life experiences going as far back as early childhood. No, I’m not saying all my issues are my parents fault. But there’s a good reason every mental health professional begins their evaluation with, “Tell me about your childhood.” It’s the precursor to everything.
Over the next several months, I will be sharing books I find helpful, personal discoveries, insights, and more. I can’t promise that my story will transform your life, but I do hope that it leaves you inspired to make a positive change.
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Til next time,