That’s how many photos I took this morning to get one I deemed worthy of posting. One that didn’t make me totally cringe at crow’s feet and weird angles and bad lighting and flyaways.
That’s at least how many times I was woken up by screaming kids last night. For the fifth night in a row. And I’m tired. SO tired.
That’s how many times I had to warm my coffee up before I had a chance to finish it in between wiping noses and butts, and putting on the same shoes for the millionth time.
We see smiling photos like this all over social media and we compare our real-life morning to their posed and filtered morning.
It comes with a caption like “Its Fri-YAY, friends, and this mama bear is ready for the day!”
You don’t get to see the 18 and the 12 and the 3.
But don’t be fooled. We’re all tired, we all drink cold coffee and we’re all way too critical of ourselves.
Hold your head high this morning, mamas. It is Fri-YAY, and most of us are the same kind of hot mess as you.