Celebrating our Failures

Yep, you read that title correctly…we celebrate our successes, but really let’s celebrate our failures as moms and dads too!

But before I get into that, an update from the last post – first of all, I was BLOWN AWAY by all your support and love. The transition was actually easier than I expected – Maggie loves daycare and work has been pretty good thanks to some very awesome co-workers. I’m very grateful for all their support and for making me laugh!

Now, on to today’s fun Saturday topic: FAILURES! In this social media age, we post lots of the good stuff – but not always the bad. It’s the ultimate filter…I’m a million times guilty of it too but occasionally I see those bad times…and it’s kind of refreshing – especially when you are struggling yourself…#miserylovescompany. Here are a few of mine!

  • Tucker broke his paw running around with my shoe (because I’m an undisciplined mom and let him run around with my shoes) and whiffed jumping on the bed. He’s been on restricted activity and a cast for almost 4 weeks now and we probably have another 2-3 weeks before the toe and the sores he got from his splint heals.  I feel super guilty and have spent a lot of time scrolling through Instagram looking for other dogs with broken paws (#brokenpaw).
  • Almost every morning once I get Maggie ready for daycare and strapped into the car I think of the scene in Bad Mons where they are running late to school. Now, daycare doesn’t have a set start time for infants, but of course, I have work and there are definitely times I am running late. I have left her milk in the car and have had to go back for it and I know its only a matter of time before I actually forget it at home.  Oh, and on our first week of daycare, I put my purse down on some kids wet artwork in the hall and when I realized that, said “OH SHIT” right in front of a 4 year old and the teacher. #WinningMomMoment
  • Maggie doesn’t have a set bed time. Sometimes she falls asleep at 8, sometimes 10.  I know she’s only four months old but I’d like to start something consistent and that’s just not happening these days. And sometimes, even though I try not to, I nurse to sleep. Because sometimes SHE NEEDS TO NAP AND JUST WON’T WITHOUT SOME MILK.
  • She currently has a cold AND pink eye. Now, I know this isn’t really my fault but it just makes me sad.
  • Sometimes I feel  pulled into eight different directions and I don’t have adequate time for all the relationships in my life. I am especially sorry to my husband for this one. Our conversations most days involve the words ‘diaper change,’ ‘pump parts’ ‘dinner’ ‘Tucker to the vet’ ‘daycare’ and there hasn’t been enough sentences that start with  ‘let’s go do something fun.’

These may not be what you consider failures or bad things, but to me, they can be. And I am sure there are more coming down the pike — just wait until the first daycare thing I can’t attend — but you know what?

I’m having a dance party for all these failures.

Why?

Because at the end of all these failing moments, I still have a great life. I still have a baby that smiles, a dog who is so sweet, and a husband who is already cracking Dad jokes. I have empathy – I have no problem sharing my failure stories for someone who needs to commiserate.  I have no problem making fun of myself, and frankly, I like to look back on the times I totally f-ed up and say ‘see I survived that and learned from it!’

So share those bad moments or failures freely – we are all in this together!

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