Let’s just be honest here—if you’ve ever hidden in the shower or sat in the car for five extra minutes just to breathe (or cry), I see you. I am you.

There were and still are days where I feel like I’m failing at literally everything.

Lunches are whatever I could dig out of the pantry.

Laundry? Piled to the ceiling.

I forgot picture day or book fair money. Again.

And bills? Well, they’re getting paid. Eventually. With prayers and a calculator.

I work full time. I parent full time. I clean up messes, sign papers, cook dinner, referee arguments, and try to make everyone feel seen and loved and safe and supported—and some days it feels like I’m doing it all while sprinting underwater with 100 pounds strapped to my back.

People judge. Oh, they love to judge.

Your house isn’t clean enough.

Your meals aren’t home cooked. 

You’re working too much. Tutoring again? 

You’re not working enough.

Your kids are eating McDonalds. Scandalous.

And the pressure to keep up—with the Pinterest moms, the Instagram moms, the moms who seem to always have their sh*t together—is relentless. Even when I know it’s FAKE, it still stings.

A few months back, I hit what felt like my mom rock bottom.

I was crying in my bathroom, the kids were arguing and hitting, dinner was cold and no one wanted what I cooked, and my husband asked if I did something I forgot about—and I just snapped. Not at them. Just inside. Something broke.

And weirdly… it made space.

Space to stop.

Space to breathe.

Space to hear my kids laughing downstairs. 

Space to notice my son curled up with his fake lizard he won’t let go. 

That moment—rock bottom—was also the moment I decided to stop trying to make everyone else happy.

Screw the Pinterest moms.

Screw the judgment.

Screw the perfect life highlight reels on social media.

I want to be present for my kids, even if that means breakfast is a pouch and my shirt is inside out.

I want to laugh again.

I want to enjoy my life, not just survive it.

So no, I’m not doing it all.

And I’m not even trying to anymore.

Because the truth is: the people who love me don’t care if the dishes are done. And they aren’t. 

They care if I’m here. With them.

And maybe that’s what rock bottom is really for—not to break us, but to break us open…

so the joy can finally get in.

So here’s to the moms who feel like they’re failing—

You’re not.

You’re just human.

And you’re still showing up.

That’s enough.

Let the rest go

**This is where I decided I needed to live my dream of starting my blog!! The truth in writing. My chance to support connect with other moms, teachers, woman who are just going through that crazy thing we call life. 

-Mama W 🩷