I Doth Confess

Folks, I have a confession... or twenty. Lately, my mind has honed in on that silly, nonsensical quest for perfection as a mom, wife, friend, person... whatever! Basically any and all facets of my life that define me and how I am somehow or another not meeting the criteria. 

So, I thought to myself, what better way to get out all of these frustrated feelings of inadequacy than to blast them out into the blogosphere? Because that's what any self-respecting mommy blogger would do, right? Right!

But seriously. I figure if I get these poopsy-moopsy feelings, certainly some of you get these doggone mama blues, too! Consider this my official pledge that I am not perfect, nor do I need to be, or do I intend to be.

Here it goes (and a big round of applause to Lauren for inspiring this confessional)...

1) In the off-chance that Luke even makes it into clothing other than his diaper, that rarely happens until the hour of 12 pm. We parade around in our undies and pajamas for the better half of the day.

2) Based on confession number one, it may come as no shock that we stay home. A lot. More than I would like, but either way it happens. I try to justify it with the, "I'm pregnant, and I'm tired, and I don't feel like climbing three sets of stairs with a toddler in tow" excuse, but that's just lame. And we don't have a yard for Luke to play in since we live in a condo, which then makes it even worse. But! I am working on making more of an effort to get out and about every day (yes, I am patting myself on the back).

3) I really suck at brushing Luke's teeth before bed. Who am I kidding? I suck at brushing my own teeth before bed. 

4) Curled hair? What's that? Yep, my hair is on top of my head or pulled back under a hat approximately 6 of the 7 days in the week, because, hello, I hate doing my hair. And my makeup.

5) In fact, it's ironic that I even have a style blog because I am such a bum when it comes to getting dressed and ready. I wear the same 5 things over and over again. Again, I am currently using the pregnant excuse thing, but we all know that ain't gonna change even after the baby gets here. It will probably get worse. However, that is why I have this blog, because it inspires me to put together a cute outfit and actually put on some mascara and lipstick every once in awhile. 

6) Luke should probably eat more vegetables than he does. Fruit is no problem. He could eat an entire strawberry field empty if we'd let him, but those darned leafy greens! He kind of hates them. And I kind of hate putting up a stink about it with him. So he kind of eats them, oh I don't know, 3 times a week? Gasp! Seriously though, what are some good tricks to get him to eat his veggies?

7) I have a really hard time putting myself out there (that statement seems boldly contradictory considering I have blog where I share a lot about myself and my life). Yes, I am friendly and can be outgoing when I have to be, but I am more of an introvert and homebody at heart. I desperately suffer from fear of rejection and the occasional bout of social anxiety, so more times than not I just stick to myself. That way I don't have to get my feelings trampled on or feel vulnerable and awkward.

8) This last trip to the pediatrician I was informed that Luke should no longer be taking his pacifier. What do you mean no more pacifier, doctor?! That thing is my lifesaver, my trusty wing man when daddy isn't around to pawn Luke off to during an episode of tantrums! So guess what? Luke still gets his pacifier, and I don't have any set date or plans of taking it away yet.

9) I only get around to making dinner about 3 times per week. And it's hardly ever 100% organic and beautifully staged. Those other nights it's the drive-thru or PB&J!

10) Oh, and I don't work out. I like the idea of it. It sounds really special and tempting, but I just kind of suck at that, too. And I fully intend on being a bum for the first 6 weeks post-partum, because my pain tolerance is at the lowliest of wussy levels, and conquering the world a week after I've birthed my second child pretty much sounds like hell.

So I guess that wasn't quite twenty, but those are my weaknesses that I am tired of feeling bad about. Yes, I am working on changing them, because I am an avid believer in constantly improving one's self, but I don't want to pretend that I lead a picture-perfect life. Yes, I generally like to post about the things that bring delight into my life and can uplift others. I know more than anyone that having a blog makes it easy to portray life as a cropped and edited half-version of the truth, showing only the beautiful and poised moments. I love that side of blogging, but I also love it when people tell me how it really is, what they suck at, and that it's okay to not be a Stepford Wife. Because sometimes an overabundance of all that seemingly uplifting, fluffy stuff can be a downer. Life needs balance, and sometimes balance calls for the ugly.

So there you have it, the humble confessions of Abbey. 

Now it's your turn to tell me yours so we can all feel better about ourselves, mkay? Awesome. High fives all around!