Lord knows I’ve tried. Lord knows I’m exhausted. Lord knows I’m stretched so thin some days that I feel like I’m going to snap.
So I’m giving up being awesome all the time. I’m cutting myself a break. Giving myself permission to be un-awesome.
There will be days when I’m wearing my clothes and *gasp* I will not accessorize.
There will be days without makeup, without chicness, without being ‘put together’.
There will be days where the laundry doesn’t get washed, dried or even folded.
There will be days when I put the kid in front of the TV.
There will be days when I put me in front of the TV.
There will be days when dinner will not be cooked by me, ordered by me or even thought of by me.
There will be days when I drink more than one glass of wine. Or two.
There will be days when the toys don’t get picked up, the house doesn’t get vacuumed, dusted or straightened and what I’ve accomplished will fill a teaspoon.
There will be days when I forget your birthday or your anniversary, don’t send a card or make a call.
There will be days when errand-running takes a back seat to reading or movie watching.
There will be days when I don’t make any attempt to nourish, find, or pamper the inner me.
There will be days when J will get a peanut butter sandwich for 2 of 3 meals.
There will be days when I don’t do a damn thing.
And that’s ok. Because I have come to realize that being awesome all the time isn’t worth the headache, stress or wrung out feeling.