The Worst Kind Of Mom

Hey mamas, miss me? Of course you did. Maybe. Sorta. A little. Luckily my reputation is built on a Throne of hot mess so no one has particularly high standards for me, and for that I’m pretty genius. I’d like to say I’ve been super busy with all these amazing projects and awesomeness and my Messiful just got pushed to the sideline, but the truth is, I’ve become the worst kind of mom.

A lot of people would probably assume that a “Bad” mom is the worst kind. Forgetting to pick your kid up, then remembering after you’re already 20 minutes late. Sending in a chocolate almond bar with your daughter when, duh, the class is nut free. Then hearing that your child had to sit in the hall to eat her snack. Saying, “Screw homework” and letting your kids play until bedtime, because homework hates moms, and moms hate homework. Listening to “X gonna give it to em”, dirty version, in the car, with the kids, super loud, because it’s been one hell of a Messiful Monday, and because you can. Some of that may be frowned upon. Maybe it’s not model mom behavior, but none of it makes you a bad mom, and it definitely doesn’t make you the worst mom.

The worst kind of mom, is a mom who has completely hit Empty; a mom who simply can’t mom at all!

I tell all of you how important it is to take care of yourself, so you can take care of your family, and here I am, nary a drop nor fume in the tank. I felt like maybe some of you weren’t listening, so I did the most thoughtful thing I could think of. I became a cautionary tale. You’re welcome. I always accept chocolate as a thank you.

All that talk about “Top of the to-do” didn’t just appear out of thin, functional motherhood. I’ve been at the bottom of the barrel before. I never could have become Messiful without first having a completely hideous mess. The thing I forget sometimes, though, is that no Messifulcation is Foolproof or permanent. We have to work to maintain our top shelf status, Every day! It’s so easy to fall off the wagon. Especially when it’s being pulled by wild children who think it’s a game to see who can push mommy off first. No matter how many times I land on my ass, though, I’ve got to get up and make my shit beautiful again.  If all of you would get your shit beautiful, I wouldn’t have to keep losing my Messiful card to show everyone how it’s done again. Get it together mamas!

I stand corrected. The worst kind of mom, is a mom who hits E and blames everyone around her. We are the only ones who can tackle our mess. All bogus accusations aside, I’ve never been one to accept anything less than 100% responsibility for myself, so here I am. Following my own advice. My life likely won’t get any less overwhelming any time soon. I’ve got to make sure I’m functioning well above half full, so I can handle my plate. It’s time to go back to the basics and take myself from Mess to Messiful once again.

It’s Monday. It’s My Mess. And, it’s Beautiful!

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Hi, I'm Xavia, The Messiful Mama. I am the mother of 4 amazing, spirited children who save my life everyday. I pour myself into parenting and, although, there are plenty of days where that effort is full of chaos and drama and sometimes even hair pulling, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.