I’m sure I’m not the only one guilty of it.
Expecting too much of ourselves.
As Mama’s we wear so many hats, have so many things to do, so many people we try to please, so many roles to juggle every single day.
We expect ourselves to be perfect 100% of the time.
An unrealistic expectation, that simply brings us more stress that we really don’t need.
The past four months have been busy to say the least. I kidded myself that one more person in the house wouldn’t make that much of a difference.
And in a way it hasn’t… Vega has slotted into our family as if he’s always been here. Yet at the same time, I have more demands on my time. Another person to care for, whilst trying to do everything I’ve been doing before he arrived.
I’ve been trying to keep every ball up in the air, refusing to give in and admit that I need to slow down and let the unimportant go.
Trying to be perfect in every aspect.
Trying to be the perfect Mama.
The perfect Wife.
Keep a perfect house
Be perfect at work…
In doing so, I’ve stressed myself out. Made myself feel bad for not doing it all.
Finally, I’ve realised that it’s ok to not be perfect. It’s ok to not do it all, all by myself.
It’s OK to say no, to leave the dishes, or not hoover the floor, or not blog every day, or reply to emails as soon as they ping into my inbox.
I can’t do it all.
In truth, all that matters is that my kiddos are fed, clean and loved. Hugs and kisses cannot wait, dirty dishes can.
Add to my crazy life having to pack up six people’s belongings, and six years of our lives in this house, and something has to give.
So I’m slowing down, taking a step back, and just letting go of perfect.
The world can wait, I’m taking care of me right now.