Well day three of The New Year.

And.

I can’t say that I’ve lost my hibernation desire. It seems to be increasing on the daily.

I have, however, reconciled that I think I might have a bit of the post holiday blues. Which stem from: my out of routineness.

People. Allow me to say this for the umpteenth time: I’d be a horrible stay at home mom. In fact, I don’t know how ANY stay at home mother does it.

For those of you sahm’s out there, please tell me your secret. Because I’m beginning to think I’m just seriously flawed. Most likely, yes. It’s me.

Yesterday at Costco there was a very brave mama with her three children all under the age of four, including a five week old newborn and I just felt like a total failure.

I didn’t go alone anywhere with FoH till he was about 15 months. A lot of that was my state of perpetual breastfeeding and feeling nervous and/or uncomfortable about the need to whip out a boob in the middle of Kroger for my crying baby.

I always felt like I needed back up so as to minimize the amount of random strangers I could have scared by my boobs.

So I think yes, I’m flawed. I’m not a mama who can handle multiple children on her own. But I’m trying to accept my flaws, which means really, just self accepting in general.

I might not be that crafty Pinteresty mother. But I dance around to Justim Timberlake with my kid everyday, so there.

That’s something. Right?