If you were covered in pet hair
or boogers, and I was shocked that you could leave the house looking like that,
If you confessed that you hadn't
brushed your hair/teeth/put on deodorant/underwear
and I visibly recoiled,
If you spent a small fortune on
a diaper bag/baby carrier/stroller
and I was disgusted by your vanity or selfishness,
I'm sorry I thought you were an idiot to make your own baby food and cloth diaper.
I'm sorry that I thought your child was dirty or wild or possibly ferral.
I'm sorry that I thought my birth announcement was cooler and that I have a funnier Mommy blog than you.
I'm so super sorry for judging you all because now I get it. It took having baby # 2 (another BOY!) for me to realize that we moms are just doing our best to get by and we don't need one more thing to worry about, like a snotty mom thinking your choices suck. Because they don't.
What I worried about and thought was important when I was pregnant or had one child...? That was a luxury that I can no longer afford. I'm too crazy these days wondering if I've over-Motrined the teething baby and put a pull up on the preschooler. Two kids has rid me of my pride. I still think about "What Not To Wear" Shanghai-ing me at Stop and Shop for pairing Capri yoga pants with snow boots, but it's more a funny thought than a fearsome one. And I now truly believe that wearing lipstick makes up for not wearing a bra.
I may still be surprised by your choices, but more often, I'm impressed that you function well enough to clean your house AND shower in the same day! And if you want to Instagram all that stuff, by all means.
And if you think I'm judging you for only having one child, nope. You might be onto something there, sister!
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