Confess the Mess
Let's get real! No mom is perfect. Some of us just have the guts to admit it. #confessthemess
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Sunday Shenanigans
View this post on Instagram Too busy with #sundayshenanigans to get any work done :- #monday will just be a little extra #messiful #momlife #mom A post shared by Xavia Omega (@messiful_mama) on Jan 4, 2016 at 10:16am PST I do my best to #managethemess by giving myself days for different tasks (Laundry Day, Meal prep day, Errand day etc), it’s the only way that anything actually gets done. My weeks can get super crazy so the weekend is supposed to be the time I use to do my writing and other work and get ready for the week ahead. Well, shenanigans like THIS happen all the time and…
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Sometimes “No” means “Go ask Daddy!”
Sometimes kids can get a little stir crazy and their behavior is a lot less than rewardable. Sometimes those times are also the time when Mama needs a break. So, while I would have most certainly said no to their request for a trip to the Strong Museum of Play, if Daddy says yes and leaves me with the house to myself for a few hours, I look the other way and pretend to give him a hard time later. Mommy gets a couple “mental health” hours, the kids get to run around and get all that energy out, Daddy gets to be the hero, I say it’s a…
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The 10 Things That Will Likely Keep Me From Winning “Mother of the Year”
I know I can’t be the only one who practices accepting an award. I’m very gracious, and my speeches always include a big “Thank you to my fans!” I never forget get choked up, waiving my hand in front of my eyes to hold back the tears. I’ve won Grammy’s and Oscars. I’ve even won a Tony. I’ve tried practicing my speech for winning Mother of the Year too but, somehow, in my imagination I never quite make it to the podium. I can’t say I’m surprised, though. There are 10 very distinct reasons I will likely lose the award before I ever have a chance to hold the golden pacifier,…
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Now that’s what I call a “Messiful Mama”!
Rewind to a week ago today. It’s Mother’s Day, I have the perfect little post coming down the pipeline then BOOM; Life.Gets.Messy! A trip to Urgent Care turns into a trip the the ED, turns into 4 days in the hospital with my oldest daughter. Needless to say, it left me physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. Cortisol. Levels. Rise There’s some more follow up to be done but for the moment we’re home, and she’s fine; I on the other hand, not so much. I am awesome in a crisis, the go to gal when ish gets real BUT… Afterwards all those flight or fight hormones wear off and my…
