Busy Is Our B!tch.

Busy Is Our B!tch.

Life gets busy.

Like crazy busy.

But here’s a secret.

It’s our thoughts and not the circumstances we find ourselves under that bring us stress.

Even when our plate is so full that it feels like we might crumble or like we just might not make it…

We will.

Even when it feels impossible to get it all done…

We manage to do it. All of it.

We always do don’t we?

Our thoughts can get so stressful.

“I can’t do it all.”

“It’s too much.”

“I don’t have enough time”

“I need more support.”

Those thoughts are the enemy.

Reclaim your time.

Here’s what I do to get rid of those negative thoughts and take back my time.

  • Write everything down – every little detail.
  • Keep a running list of the things that pop up that have been missed or are looming.
  • Schedule time in your calendar to do them.
  • Don’t just think about it. Book the sitter and schedule it in.

Then get after it. Like the Badass Mom that you are.

We can do this Mommas! This has got nothing on us.

Busy is our bitch!

Stef

Yesterday I Broke Down in Tears

Yesterday I Broke Down in Tears

It was a long day with the kids.

Zoe got mad and threw something that hit me in the face.

That’s what triggered it but not why I cried.

I cried because sometimes it’s really hard to parent my kids.

My story is…

  • They’re explosive.
  • Fighting happens. Often.
  • School gives them a hard time.
  • They never stop moving. Or taking. Or whining.
  • They are very needy.

And that is just exhausting.

That’s the story that took over as I cried in my room.

Self-defeating thoughts included:

“This is too hard.”

“I’m not good at this.”

“They’re so hard to parent.”

“Why can’t this be easier?”

Those were the feelings that swept over me.

But not for long.

I know not to believe and buy into the thoughts that don’t serve me. I can use them as fuel to make positive change. In this instance, to create some boundaries with Zoe around how she treats people.

But I can’t let stressful thoughts spiral out of control. Or they’ll start to define me. They’ll define us.

“It’s the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”

Aristotle was right. When we know how to let the thoughts that don’t serve us pass us by, we can find more peace. And love the people closest to us.

This is powerful work we’re up to.

Feel it. Honor it. But then don’t believe it.

Choose the thoughts that empower you and support your growth. They’re always available.

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Today I was SUPERMOM!

Today I was SUPERMOM!

My Super Power is – Being a Mom!

Today I had some play dates and ran errands with them. I got dinner on the table and watched a fun movie, had a tickle fest, and rode bikes to get ice cream.

And… I yelled at them. (Like screamed my head off) And sent them to their rooms. Together and separately … and said “oh my fucking God” under my breath about 50 times in just a few hours.

You see this is what it’s like to be a parent … and I don’t care if you judge me!

No, I’m not proud of it. And yes I’m always striving to do better. But I also know how NORMAL it is.  I get that we’re ashamed of it. But raising kids is not easy. If you can do it without raising your voice or flying off the handle you need to write a book, raise my children and become President of the world.

Because, seriously, that’s nearly impossible.

If you’re raising young kids. Especially if they’re as active and explosive and bold and fearless as mine, and you yell sometimes … I want you to know, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! and on top of that, you’re doing a DAMN GOOD JOB!

Are the kids alive? Are you alive? Great job momma! Seriously. We’re way too hard on ourselves.

I find a lot of relief in finding the balance between accepting myself, forgiving myself and striving to do better. I’m ok with that, and so far so are my kids.

So maybe we can be not proud but also not ashamed. And maybe we can cheer each other on when we’re super moms. Maybe we can teach our kids in the process how to radically accept themselves and that shit’s gonna hit the fan sometimes and how to move through it and laugh and forgive and go out for ice cream.

What I do know is every day is a new day. And every day we are here is precious. No regrets!

Can you relate mommas?

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