At times it might appear that I have it all together but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m just a hot mess that’s winging it everyday.
Life. Motherhood. Everything. I have no clue what I’m doing most days but thankfully it’s all working out. 😝
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HOT MESS MONDAY:
That’s me today…well everyday! I should just introduce myself and say, “Hi! I’m Ashley and I’m a hot mess!” That way people can give me grace instantly. 🙈
But seriously, am I the only hot mess? Are you insane like me?
–> I’m always in a rush (today I took the wrong kid to the wrong school at the wrong time)
–> I’m always juggling a million things (and dropping the ball on a lot)
–> I usually look like a hot mess (Hello messy bun, unwashed hair and no makeup)
–> Chaos is my middle name!
Rejoice, my dear sweet hot mess homey! Chaos looks beautiful on you! 😘
You carry the world on your shoulders and if that’s not enough, you pick up some heavy guilt along the way. It’s a heavy load with your own expectations to be everything to everyone. You feel guilty that you’re not good enough, not around enough, not doing enough. You want to be the perfect mama to your amazing kids.
Stop. Just stop.
It’s okay to take a moment and nurture your soul. It’s okay to want time away from your family. It’s perfectly normal to feel like you’re going insane.
Give yourself grace and let go of the mama guilt. Guilt has no space in the place of grace. Embrace rest, take care of yourself and let go of all of the feelings that don’t serve you.
You are the mama your kids need and you are enough.
A mama that’s tired of carrying around guilt
Confession: I’m a hot mess.
Sometimes I’m a crazy lunatic in front of my kids.
Sometimes we have cereal for dinner.
Sometimes I don’t have time to shower and I wear pajamas in public.
Sometimes the laundry doesn’t get put away for awhile.
Sometimes life is hectic and homework gets forgotten.
I don’t have it all together and I’m completely okay with it.
If I had to guess, I bet you’re a hot mess too
I will hold myself to the standard of grace not perfection. For perfection is an impossible and heavy of a burden to carry around.
Grace is giving myself permission to be less than perfect and knowing that I’m loved despite all of my flaws.
Grace is love.