Parenting is not perfection

I wanted to share a few things that I might make you laugh, cringe, cry or think is she copying my life? I had a moment today where I thought, "wow, i'm totally crushing it this week." That quickly turned to, "Whatever, it doesn't matter. I have to survive, I'll do what it takes."

Cooper is eating cheddar veggie straws because he won't eat anything else and is on a new round of antibiotics after seeing an EN and has to eat with the new meds. Lizzie is currently home sick after I had to go get her from school, after what I thought (and really ya'll probably is) was her being overtired. But now she's throwing up. I just wanted to make a JuicePlus shake, have some coffee. 

And I have a short fuse. I'm snapping and yelling. Why because things are perfect and I'm having to give one kid chips because he won't eat. And the other is treating me like a servant because she sick. And now I feel bad because I'm mad.

Here's the thing, where I'm feeling guilty and like a bad mom for the choices I making for my kids (junk for breakfast - not giving my kid the benefit of the doubt), it's okay. Because as parents, we got to do what works for us. We kill ourselves to be perfect - and for who? Not ourselves but for others to see.

I try to remember Galatians 1:10 (Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.)

My parent friends think about that today when you feel guilty about choices you made regarding your kiddos.  Stop. It's okay to not have perfect kids. It's okay that your kids aren't like all your friends kids. It's okay for you not to get what you need done. It's okay to not be able to hold it together. We are all in this together. Trying to be perfect will only leave you feeing insane and empty.

Hugs, y'all!