Supermom? Don't know her.

 A few people have called me a supermom, but truth is....I'm a hot ass mess 85% of the time. Please don't be fooled but cute Instagram posts. Those only showcase a fraction of my day. Plus it's a little hard to document all the tantrums (thrown by myself and my toddler), tears (mostly mine) and all around frazzled behavior (also mine). 

I have a FT job, I'm a FT single mom, I also have a few side hustles. Some wonder how I do it all. Most days....I don't. I wish I could be one of those parents that had their sh*t together all the time but....no.
I. AM. TIRED.

On the average day, I don't do it all. Anyone who works a 9-5 knows how exhausted you are at the end of the workday. I'm not exempt from that after-work fatigue. As much as I love my job, I am still drained at the end of the day. I leave work, go straight to pick up my son and go home. On the average weeknight we are eating some type of frozen meal, there are dishes in the sink and toys EVERYWHERE. I can already hear the gasps from the judgey parents and non-parents alike and honestly I don't care. My kid is fed, healthy (according to his doctor), clean, has a roof over his head and is HAPPY. 

To my fellow hot-mess parents. You are doing just fine. To the ones that have a lot to say about us, stop. You don't know what struggles are happening in anyone else's life but your own. Stop judging and be supportive. Some days we can just barely get by. But we do it for our kids. If that means chicken nuggets and a messy living room , so be it.