Frazzled mom moment #35979573: I dropped my son off at daycare with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned. I had absolutely no idea until I was getting back into the car.

 

Frazzled mom moment #35979574: I did it again a few weeks later.

 

Frazzled mom moment #86940385: I can somehow remember to pack 3 lunch containers, 3 sippy cups, a sheet, a blanket, winter coat, hat, gloves, diapers, wipes, and seasonally-appropriate change of clothes to send to daycare on a Monday morning, yet I question myself if I’ve brushed my own teeth or hair.

 

Frazzled mom moment #27485069: I toted around a pair of Lenny’s pajama pants in my work bag for days.

 

Frazzled mom moment #27485069 ½: I have no idea how they got in there.

 

Frazzled mom moment #47598697: I dropped my son off at daycare with eye shadow somehow smeared down my cheek. Thankfully I noticed before walking into work (a full hour and 15 minute commute later—I guess I don’t look in the mirror much?). His daycare teachers must really think I have my sh*t together.

 

Frazzled mom moment #18694509: Not packing diapers in the diaper bag so that I have to make a stop while we’re out to buy some. You’d think this means we have a surplus of diapers at the house, but we always seem to be low…

 

Frazzled mom moment #56940396: Knowing the days and times of work meetings months ahead of time, renewing our health insurance for the family by the deadline, keeping track of Lenny’s schedule to transition into the toddler room at daycare, and maintaining a mental calendar of all family birthdays, parties and get-togethers…yet forgetting to write my blog post on time (the one thing on my calendar just for me).

 

Frazzled mom moment #77095873: That morning when Lenny finished off the sippy cup of milk that we forgot in his crib from the night before. Gross.

 

Frazzled mom moment #29048576: When you hear yourself reading the wrong words to The Little Engine That Could because you’re drifting off to sleep yourself.

 

Frazzled mom moment #44586709: Your son, who is going through a growth spurt, has eaten three breakfasts, yet you forget to grab something for yourself on the way out the door.

 

Frazzled mom moment #10495863: Realizing just how frazzled your mom-life is but not wanting to change it for anything.

The house may or may not be covered in yogurt, but I love my frazzled life with this kiddo. Photo credit Gena Golas.

The house may or may not be covered in yogurt, but I love my frazzled life with this kiddo.
Photo credit Gena Golas.

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