In the past two years I became a wife and mother. We also moved from the Big Apple to a little town in Middle Tennessee.
While I try to figure out how to be a mom, I’m also trying to make friends, clean the apartment, develop my marketing and design skills, explore the surrounding area, be a good wife to my husband, manage our finances, and attempt to type one handed (perhaps the most difficult of them all).
Being a super woman is hard, y’all.
I don’t know how other women do it. I barely have time to go to the bathroom, let alone live an Insta-worthy life. While I type this my son is sitting on my lap trying to pull everything off the desk.
All I want to do is drink coffee and watch Netflix. Or maybe drink coffee and sketch (without a little person stealing my pencil and smudging all my drawings). Or maybe drink coffee and read for hours and hours.
But life isn’t fair. There’s a little boy who needs me. And dishes and laundry that need to be done. People who rely on me and schedules to keep.
I can’t have my coffee and drink it too.
I love my family. I love being a mom. I just wish that I could be an excellent mom, an excellent housekeeper, an excellent creative artist/employee, an excellent wife, daughter, sister, friend, etc. You know, a super woman.
Part of my current journey is learning to be comfortable with my new self. I’m not a wide-eyed swing dance all night college student anymore. And that’s okay. ❤
This is wonderful. Such an honest account of this moment in your life! You are such a good writer!
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Going through this right now. Just need to make it to the last sentence…
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