Ever have that feeling like you just can’t catch up on whatever it is you have going on in your life? It’s a vicious circle for me, that never ends. I feel that “Pardon the Mess” has become my unintentional catch phrase lately. If I have guests over the house, I find myself apologizing for everything. “Pardon the Mess, I’ve been a little busy.” In a home with 2 girls, ages 8 and 10, a dog, my ever so loving husband (wink, wink), and working full time as a teacher, there’s never a day without crumbs on the floor, a basket of laundry that’s been sitting there for three days screaming “Fold me!”, the dog hair ever so radiantly glowing from the sunlight reflecting off the couch, and I can’t remember the last time I made my bed. But for some reason, somehow, I have this automatic tendency to apologize for everything, to people who are in my home, that’s lived in. No museum rooms here. And I’m sure my guests don’t bat an eyelash at it and it’s all in my head.

Let me ask you this. Why as woman (and dads chime in here, you are not forgotten) do we always feel the need to apologize, even though we did nothing wrong? Why do we feel the need to compare ourselves to the PTO mom who seems to have her shit together? Why do we watch Shakira and JLo shaking thier thangs, and automatically we are starving ourselves the next day to look like that? Why do we feel the need to raise our standards when we are just trying to survive as moms (and dads) and do the best we can? Is there a handbook for all this, or do we just wing it? I’d love to share my stories so that hopefully regular moms like me don’t feel so alone and defeated. I’m hoping somewhere out there in the land of messes, there is at least one or two of you who can relate.

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