Even When You’re A Mom, You Might Still Be Bad At Adulting

You’d think being a mother I would have it all together. I would be a great little mom who gets everything she needs to get done and has life figured out.

The truth is, I am far, far from that.

There are some days that I do pretty well. I make my appointments and I take care of everything.

Then, there are some days that I don’t even get dressed, and you know what? I am perfectly okay with the way I am. 

Some days I wake up, and I get dressed, make a great breakfast, and start my day nice and early. Then, other times I wake up late, make toaster waffles or cereal, and frantically throw whatever I see on and leave forgetting my phone.

My daughter never complains about the days we do absolutely nothing though. In fact, she would rather have a “lazy day” than a busy day most of the time!

There are times when I see other people, or moms, who get up bright and early, eat healthy, and begin their day way before I ever have. Some days I envy those people.

I ask myself, “Why can’t I do that? Why can’t I start acting more like an adult?” But I am an adult, I’m just not so great at doing “normal” adult activities.

I might not make all my appointments on time, but I get there. I might not make homemade waffles or pancakes every single day, but when I do they are awesome.

The one thing that helps me stay afloat and not drown in what I feel is failing at adulting is my daughter. She doesn’t care what mommy has on or what I look like. She doesn’t even care if she is having toaster waffles or homemade ones, as long as she’s eating.

And all of that makes me stop and realize, we all are in this at the same time, and we all handle certain things differently.

Just because “Joe” wakes up before dawn, works out, and starts his day early, doesn’t mean that I’m doing it wrong. I like to say I have a different way of accomplishing daily activities, and I’m sure everyone else does too!

Isn’t that what makes us unique? It’s what makes us who we are. I might work out at random times (maybe not even every single day), but I’m perfectly fine with that.

I might be bad at “adulting.” I might play video games all day long with my daughter instead of being productive, but these are memories and times I might not be able to get back again.  

Because let’s be honest here, I’m not really that far into adulthood yet, so why rush? Why sit here and make myself live the same day over and over?

I might as well enjoy these days as much as I can, and while I can with my girl, before it’s too late.

I’m bad at acting like a complete adult right now. Maybe I don’t have this whole thing down just yet.

But I am perfectly okay with it, and you know why? I’ll tell you.

All that truly matters is if we are happy or not, and right now I am happiest I have been in a long, long time. And there is nothing wrong about that.