I’m not SuperMom {and other common misconceptions debunked}

I’ve struggled in the past few years to identify the “WHO” about me. My 20s were laden with their own share of heartache, but I also found myself in a place where I wasn’t really sure where I belonged. I stayed home with my boys, but the legal field that I had gone to school for suddenly seemed to be slipping away and something I didn’t think was really my style after all.

Then I discovered blogging and quickly, I found my niche  – a connection in public relations, marketing & social media. I LOVE people. I love to LOVE people. And a friend’s advice helped me to start the road to pursue these areas of my life that I somehow thought laid forever dormant.

Since then, I started working more, found areas of freelance that I loved and continued to teach. I stay home with the boys when I’m not doing those things and this flexibility gives me the opportunity to participate actively in their lives, like organizing a school party.  I LOVE that. But I also love creating and building relationships outside of the walls of my home and throughout the past two years have found completeness in doing that.

But this utopia does not come without it’s challenges. Knowing the craziness of an all-hours schedule and the life and times of raising two little men, I knew that I had to be in a constant state to make myself better. But I’ve often heard, “I don’t know how you do it” or you’re SuperMom or I’ve known the anxiety that this type of go-go-go lifestyle can cause others behind closed doors. And frankly, that type of commentary is exhausting. And just not factual. So I thought I’d take some time to show you just how “real” life can be for me and that while I love being on the move, life isn’t always candy and roses.

Remember that time I was going to run a Marathon? Well, in case you didn’t know, I didn’t. It was yesterday. And I sat in church. My hubby also didn’t run thanks to a foot injury and lost weeks of training. September was BRUTAL on our schedule as a family. I’m talking 40+ hour work weeks for both of us and a house that looked like a tornado blew through. We are finally coming out of that fog and thankfully, we survived. So is it a massive disappointment, yes. But I won’t dwell because life is too short to spend time on our failures.

I don’t do it all. Ask my husband. I am only wearing clean clothes the past few weeks because he knows how to operate a washing machine. Do you know who knows where the mop, rags & cleaning supplies are? Not me!

I missed my boys first days of school because I was on a work trip.

I stay up way too late “working,” but mostly that’s been me watching episodes of Criminal Minds and catching up on Thursday night television.

Coffee is my BFF. Like for real. #PSLforLife

Do you know what organization is? Good, because I don’t. In fact, I was so desperate to get my house in order that I asked my SIL to organize my house as my birthday gift, SO my house should be organized within the next few weeks. No thanks to me.

I’m living a life of JOY. And of Happy. And sometimes that’s me and Netflix.

Did you know the last time I was on a date with my husband? Our anniversary. In August.

If I could find a way to shower, drink coffee and simultaneously get everything ready for my day, I would be a millionaire. And I’d also have more time.

I’ve discovered a world outside of what I thought was my bubble and I’m feeling a call to step outside that on a daily basis. It also means I’m trying to do big things for my family and myself, like go to Africa and follow a heart that hurts daily for the people of this world.

I don’t have time for you. And I’m sorry. But literally, I do not have THE time. It’s not personal. It’s a season. And more than anything, I need those true and closest to me to understand that. And I’m thankful that those I call best, do.

I don’t say all this for sympathy. I don’t say it to impress anyone. But I share it as an explanation for those that just don’t get it. That just can’t seem to see me for  who I am. A human being, not a robot. And I’m trying to be the best one I can be. Even if I fail at it daily.

Just ask my kids. Who occasionally wear pajamas all day just because daddy hasn’t finished the laundry.

I know I said 2014 would be the year to Inspire and that started out well. The track got derailed a bit {see above}, but the year’s not over yet and I’m not done trying to connect and help people.

So in the words of T. Swift, “So the haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate hate.”