I’m behind at work today.
That’s what I tell myself when I look around the house and see all the things that are not finished.
I think most mothers, when faced with an insurmountable list of things that just must get done, and get done quickly, think that they are failing at motherhood because they can’t keep on top of it all. We–and, sadly, much of society–expect us to be perfect. If the house isn’t perfect, we are bad. If the children misbehave, we are bad. We take the problems of the children, the husbands, the house, the finances, etc. on our backs and beat ourselves up when nothing is perfect.
Instead, why don’t we just tell ourselves it’s a busy time at work and do the best we can? Why do we feel shame because life gets busy?
Oh, by the way…I’m behind at work today.
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