Do You Think Martha Ever Spends The Day In Her Sweats?

Some days I feel like I’m really starting to become successful as a homemaker mama- making bread from scratch in an outfit that doesn’t consist of sweats while planning out what’s for dinner before it’s even lunch time. After a nap my son goes to the park and he’s already been bathed before my husband makes it home from work. It’s a day that makes me feel like I’m honing in on my newfound role as our family’s Martha Stewart figure.

Then I have a week like this one. Last night’s dinner was a box of tomato soup with store bought bread grilled cheese sandwiches, and I did in fact have two glasses of wine on a Monday.

It’s now Tuesday at 1:30pm and I’m still in sweats. The house is pretty clean so that’s a win. But I did just sashay my sweatpant wearing butt into the kitchen to get some tater tots out of the oven and doused them in ranch dressing for lunch while my son takes a nap. I don’t know how much of a win that is, but I’m willing to bet it’s not anything to flaunt at the playground during our playdate this week.

I try to remind myself that the goal of becoming a homemaker was never about attempting to attain success. That’s something I chose to leave behind when I left the working world. The goal is to simply serve my family while relishing in the ability to spend every single moment of my child’s younger years by his side. There’s a joke around the internet about stay at home mom’s; Any job you can do in your pajamas isn’t that hard. Those rare days spent in our PJs are probably the hardest, because those are the days we’re hardest on ourselves.

In an attempt to romanticize this week of sweatpant days and tater tot lunches I’m going to keep telling myself this is actually a romantic life. While I may be in the same sweatpants from the night before with a belly full of processed foods, I also just laid in bed with my son after his nap for a cuddle session full of giggles. Now it’s an afternoon of playing for my son while I clean to the beautiful background noise of his laughter and an 80’s comfort movie. If that ain’t a modern day romantic life I don’t know what is baby, and I’m here for it- all of it.

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