My life as a mom to six kids
I love being a mom. I really do. I’m living the dream, some would say.
I have a teenager, a tween, two school kids and a set of twinfants. Give me a kid in college and a preschooler and I’ll have the whole parenting spectrum under my 2800 square foot roof.
Yes, I have my hands full. No it does not stress me out.
Yes, we spend a lot on groceries, but we spend less than we could spend.
I do more laundry than you want to think about.
Is it hard? Sure it is. But do you know what? Having one kid was hard. I honestly don’t think six is any tougher.
People who work “real” jobs (tongue planted firmly in cheek here) are told to “work smarter, not harder”. I employ the same principle in my job as wife and mother.
I can’t beat myself up over having a perfectly manicured house (though, admittedly, I could raise my standards a bit).
I feed my family healthy meals most of the time, and then we have fast food sometimes as well. We eat cold cereal for breakfast, and the kids pack lunches with deli meat that is probably less than nutritionally optimal. Am I a bad mom? Maybe, but probably not.
My kids are good most of the time, and then sometimes, they pick their nose in church, or even worse…in the doctor’s office. They bicker and fight, they are human after all. And they are raised by the most imperfect of mothers.
I try to leave the house looking decent…like someone my husband would be glad to claim. Then, sometimes, I roll out of bed in yesterdays yoga pants and t shirt, and carry on. I’m goofy that way.
The funny thing is…
This post could have just as easily been written by me four kids ago, if I had a blog then, which I didn’t. I wish I had. It would have been fun to read about how tough things were then!
I could laugh, and see just how far I’ve come!