admitting defeat

There are millions of blogs out there written by moms who have it all together. Some share recipes, cleaning tips, craft projects, and even parenting advice. This is not one of those blogs. Sure, I censor what I share and keep most of my uglies to myself, but I try my best to keep it real. I like to post pictures of the fun stuff that we do as a family. I like to share the rare DIY projects I’ve completed. (Laughably, almost every single one of them includes a misstep or disaster.) And I hope to help others by writing about our attachment process.

I am no Martha Stewart, Betty Crocker, or Suzy Homekeeper. I admit major defeat in those areas. Maybe there are some of you out there who are feeling overwhelmed by the expectations of moms these days. Today is the day that I am throwing in the towel to the pressure I put on myself to keep up with others. This post is to encourage you other moms out there feeling a little down and out like me.

This is the current state of my laundry room. At least it is all clean right?


By the week’s end you can find a pile of Odette’s bedtime stories on the floor.

book mess

I sometimes entertain my kid with a ballet instructional video while I blog.


I couldn’t tell you the last time I actually made it upstairs with dust rag in my hand. Thankfully guests don’t frequent our bedroom. (A funny to point out though, is that these yarn balls are actually yarn super glued to some old golf balls I found in the garage. Jeff has never asked about their whereabouts.)


Sometimes I really miss our old, stained vinyl floor because it masked the crumbs under the table much more than our wood floors. (Should also point out the vinyl was pre-kid so there were likely far fewer crumbs on the floor.)


Let’s throw on some pictureless confessions while we are at it.

  • My kid goes to a daycare center/preschool that I am caring less for each day, but I can’t afford the alternative i wish for.
  • I am terrible at answering emails. (sorry!)
  • I used to run 5 days a week, but I haven’t had on my running shoes in over a year now.
  • While before Odette was home I had sworn off peanut butter and jelly as something I would feed my child, she now consumes it 3-4 times a week for breakfast.

Really, I could go on and on.

My house doesn’t smell of bleach (or the more environmentally friendly stuff others use). I haven’t made homemade, sugarfree, all-natural fruit rollups. I don’t have felt hearts hanging on some Valentine tree made from twigs. I am not reading up on The Happiest Kid on the Block. What my house is full of, is love. Lots of it. Crazy amounts of it. We’ve even got some extra we are waiting to give out to an extra special little boy on the other side of the world.

Don’t be too hard on yourself. (Sarah, listen to that. <;———–)

Sarah Signature

In case you’re wondering I have thoroughly embarrassed my husband by this. So if you know him, don’t judge. : )


2 thoughts on “admitting defeat

  1. Thanks for keeping it real! I’ve resorted to sitting Katie & Nat in front of a video so that I can put dinner on the table. I try to make myself feel better because it is at least in German. But really…it’s just a video. And I can’t even imagine what my floors would look like if we didn’t have a dog (who thankfully doesn’t shed). But you should see what the kids and the dog to my windows…which I haven’t even spot wiped since before Christmas. ❤

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