Cold Spaghetti

Picture this.

Normal, crazy Monday. I wake up get everyone dressed, fed, and out the door to school and work. Take care of the baby and toddler at home, shower, switch over one load of laundry, and load the dishwasher before picking the “big” (4 years old) up at preschool at 11:30. Bring them home, make everyone lunches, put all 3 down for naps, switch over another load of laundry and unload the dishes. I manage a to clean a bathroom before I wake everyone up. I do a re-fix of hair so they don’t look like a child of Wal-mart, and do one diaper change. Into the car, drive across town, drop off the eldest at dance class. Ok. Forty five minutes. I have forty five minutes to effectively grocery shop with the eight month old and the two year old until I have to be back to pick up the four year old. Game face, I can do this. Make it back in time, drop off dance tuition check that I forgot last week- get everyone loaded back into the car and back home at 5:45. I decide it will be “leftover spaghetti night” since I have to unload the groceries and everyone is starving.

Husband walks in and I kiss him. I put some of the spaghetti sauce in a microwave safe bowl and pop it in the microwave. Beep beep beep. Annoying microwave sound let’s me know the sauce is warm. I open the microwave door, but leave it to pass out sippy cups. Return to counter stick my ring finger in spaghetti sauce, nope- still cold. Slam the door back and start again. Husband comes back downstairs from showering, I ask about his day… Beep beep beep. Open microwave door, leave it to clean up spilled sippy cup, return to sauce- Dang!! Still ice cold. Slam the microwave door shut, restart the sauce. Feed the baby. Beep beep beep. Open the microwave, leave it to wipe the baby’s face, return back to sauce. “Dang it! What is going on with our microwave!! It’s not heating this sauce up at all!!!” My husband looks at me as if I have three heads, and calmly says, “Honey. You just stuck your finger in the cold spaghetti sauce from the fridge, for the third time in a row. You’ve never taken the other bowl out of the microwave…”

This people. This. This is what happens when you are already, A) one of those people who forgets to close the cap on your gas tank. And 2) a mother of any child, (much less the mother of three children, all who are under the age of five.) You want to scream from the rooftops sometimes, “I am fine! I am not insane, and I am a fully competent person under normal circumstances!!!” But for the time being, I am just doing the best I can. Which also makes me want to roll my eyes, because when I hear someone else say that, I automatically hear, “but your best still isn’t good enough.” Why do we do that? Why do we automatically cut ourselves so short? Granted, the best I can do still only wraps up to an average of a “7” on a “1-10” scale. And I probably hit that maybe, 70% of the time… See, here I go again. We have to stop. We have to give ourselves some breathing room. We have to stop the madness. I have to give myself grace.  As long as I don’t go below a 7… I’ve decided I’m golden. Would I like to be a 10? Absolutely! Who wouldn’t? I know there are women out there that hit this mark. You know, like Mary Poppins. But for the rest of us “ordinary people” 7 is a great number. Striving for perfection is making me exhausted. I just want to not feel like im losing my mind. WHERE ARE MY BRAINCELLS GOING!? WILL THEY EVER COME BACK?!? Who knows? I sure don’t. But, I am teaching myself grace one day at a time- how to give it freely to others, but most importantly to myself. Because, #strugglebus.

Listen. First off- I wasn’t sure about this blog thing. But I am so tired of seeing other mom blog pages that make it seem as if their life is running so much more smoothly than mine. THIS CAN’T BE TRUE. It’s lies and I am sick to death of comparing my reality to someone else’s fiction. Which begs the question of why we dont feel good enough in the first place. I feel like there is power in transparency and truth. And maybe JUST MAYBE if we all start being honest with eachother, the comparing will stop, we will finally feel worthy, and we just might find our strength in numbers and friendships. This is not going to be a mom shame page. I will not tell you what kind of organic fruit bowl to feed your kid. Or what ridiculously expense ruffle blouse with the peter pan collar you just HAVE to get. Although I promise to share when I find something cute, and absolutely promise to share when I find a good deal on, well- anything. This is a jesus-loving, people loving, “let’s share this crazy life we all live in together” space. (Ya know, the same life where we pray someone else will sign up to bring the homemade cupcakes to the preschool party.) Life is messy and already just so dad-blame hard. So let’s love on eachother, uplift each other, and for the love of the land… just serve up some cold spaghetti, it’ll be fine. You are fine. I am fine. We are all FINE, OK!?

6 thoughts on “Cold Spaghetti

  1. Joanna matheson says:

    Love this! I laughed all the way through. So me!! You are so right about needing to be transparent so we can all feel adequate! We all struggle and it’s nice to hear another mom admit it😂And yes please do slow down and enjoy your kids instead of ruining everything has to be perfect. Your house can be perfect and spotless when those babies are gone 😩

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  2. Elise says:

    Totally love this. And it is so true. Thank you for putting into words what we sometimes forget to say. If only our husabsnds knew….! Love you!

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  3. Heather Richardson says:

    Hannah, I absolutely LOVE this….. every.single.day I find myself comparing my #strugglebus life to those of -pinterest-instagram-facebook- and I can’t seem to figure out what they do, that I don’t do, to make their life so perfect and full of laughs and giggles and painting pictures with their kids without making a mess and ending up with paint in someone’s eye! In the middle of the 2 year old finding her way on top of the tv stand and the 5 year old begging me to not make him BATHE tonight, please don’t make me take a bath mama, I promise I’m clean, I didn’t even go outside today….. I am just counting to 10 and back down to 1 over and over so I don’t completely lose it….. Thank you for being so transparent and REAL. You make me feel like I’m not such a terrible mom, that maybe my life and kids are normal and the “perfect” that I can’t ever seem to accomplish, really isn’t ever going to be a reality for me and that my life and kids are “my perfect”….. and, ya know, that’s Ok! Just in writing this, I’ve come to the realization that I wouldn’t want my life any other way, obviously I will always strive to be better, but I shouldn’t be so hard on myself and realize that the grass just may not be greener on the other “more perfect seeming” side of the fence. 🖤🖤🖤

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    • Hannah Milford says:

      Yes girl. My most favorite is when there are pictures of them and their kids laughing on the bed or park, or wherever… and I’m just thinking, “WHO is with you taking these pictures!?” 😂 and how did you get on full makeup AND YOUR hair done!? 😂 thanks for coming over to be real with me! ❤

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