There’s so much pressure these days to be the perfect mom. And social media doesn’t help. It used to be you just compared yourself to your friends. Now you compare yourself with your friends, friends, friend who lives in Southeast Asia. You know, the one who manages to do it all with a smile on her face and not a hair out of place? Yeah, well guess what? She’s a UNICORN, ok? As in that’s not her real life. These people you watch on social media are just showing you their highlight reels. They snap a picture when things look great, their kids are behaving like perfect angels, and then they top it off with a filter. I bet you that mom you’re watching still has her pajama pants on in the half of the picture you can’t see and hasn’t changed her underwear in 3 days. Ok, maybe not that last part. But then again, maybe.

Take these damn sticker pictures for example. For those of you not familiar with them, you’re supposed to take them each month on the day your baby reaches another month older. You might see every new mom posting their baby’s picture each month, on the exact day they hit the milestone. And I get it. That’s the point of them right??

Well I want to share something with you. This poor kid was 6 months old 2 weeks ago and I just took the stupid picture on Sunday. Sooo I guess that makes it his 6 1/2 month picture??? And I can’t even use the excuse that I have a toddler because I never took the damn pictures on time with Joey either!

I used to feel rally bad about it. Like why can’t I just do this on time every month?? What the hell is wrong with me?? The truth is there’s nothing wrong with me. Just like there’s nothing wrong with the moms who do take the pictures on time every month. We are all different, but the one thing we have in common is we are all doing the best we can in our own way. (I hope.)

So if you have that person on social media that constantly makes you feel bad about yourself then hit that UNFOLLOW button. It’s there for a reason.

I try to always be as real with you as possible and my real is that I am more of a hot mess express than I am the mom who has it all together. And I’m ok with that. My husband might not be, but that’s a blog for a different day.

Lol, just kidding. He loves me. I hope.