Mom Life

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Much like 90% of my freckles in these photos, most of the perfect #momlife things you are surrounded by on social media are in fact totally fake. Now I'm not saying there aren't those moms who do it all (how?! tell me your secrets!), but I'm just saying that the perfectly curated life you see isn't even a thing. I don't know a single new mom who really puts on makeup or does their hair every day, and while I love my perfectly fake curated Instagram life and the sparkly posed feeds of those I follow, I think it is completely necessary to acknowledge that most of the things we're seeing, especially as women and mothers, aren't portraying a realistic version of anyone's life. I've caught myself wondering why I can't do it all like so-and-so, or why I'm not as put together as you-know-who who also just had a baby. It's unhealthy, but it's a side effect of being so immersed in social media on the daily. 

So here I am per usush to shine some real light on all the happy smiling baby pictures you see around you. I never look like this. I never look like any of the photos you see, except when I aim to take said photos. Normally I am sitting at home covered in seven layers of fresh spit-up, the smell of which ranges from mild soap to really pungent mac'n'cheese. My hair is throw up in a bun and I am happy if I get to slap some deodorant on. The days I decide to bother are only the days Michael is off so he can watch Coco while I take the time to really quickly put some makeup on, or the days that I have photoshoots. That is it. I constantly have break downs when I don't get enough sleep, but you never get enough sleep. I cried the other night because I can't eat a late dinner without taking makeup off, but we had brought food home that was probably getting soggy while I attempted to take my mascara off with a baby wipe because I ran out of makeup remover and Coco decided to be hungry and cry right as I curled up in a ball on the floor. Stress makes my OCD and anxiety shoot through the roof. The more stressed/tired/anxious I am, the worse it gets, which only stresses me out more...you get the deal. And in a very low moment at some obscure time in the morning when CJ was calling for some boob and I desperately needed to sleep I told Michael to take her back (like, to the hospital), because I couldn't do it any more.

I tell you all this because I want everyone to know that while motherhood is amazing, it is also insane. You don't have to be perfect to be a good mother. I know I'm a great mom, even if I do freak out from time to time. I love my little girl so much and want to give her the world, however I also want to sleep and to eat a meal without having to feed a baby in-between. So after all that, here are some cute photos of CJ and I, and of an outfit that I put on to make myself feel nice. Also included is a bonus photo of her drooling all over Michael if you scroll to the very end.







::ME::
OLD NAVY TANK :: BERSHKA JACKET :: AMERICAN EAGLE JEANS ::FOREVER 21 SCRUNCHIE :: TARGET SANDALS :: STILA LIP GLAZE IN APRICOT
::COCO::
CARTER'S DRESS AND CARDI SET :: GIFTED BOW :: TARGET SOCKS


Isn't my baby the cutest though? Posing with a new baby is such a joke. I think she's saying "fuck off mom" in most of these photos, but hey, we worked it out. At least I know for certain there is no way she'll grow up camera shy. And for those of you who committed to this entire post, here is the world's most real baby photo ever. Enjoy.



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