Post party let down is a real thing. And it is so sad. We, at my house, are moping around and feeling super bummed. We just returned from our most anticipated trip of the year. It is 5 days of camping with our people on the most beautiful river. And we are missing it! And we are sad. I know why, but my girls don't know. And the truth is, they're happy to be home too, so they are confused. AKA: Whiny!
We ate amazing food community potluck style every night, we swam in the river and dallied in the sand and we slept in our tent and we listened to really good home grown music every night, but mostly we basked in the love and safety that is our tribe. Our community. It feels so good and so safe and coming home with our small nuclear family is lonely. And boring. And messy and chore filled.
then we all come home from said trip and have to take care of all the bullshit of unpacking and cleaning and on top of that we don't have any damn groceries in the fridge. Fuuuuuck! On a side note about groceries, I was bemoaning the fact that grocery shopping with kids is the woooorrrrst and my girlfriend and I decided to coordinate trips and she would watch my kids for an hour and I would watch hers. Boom! Problem solved.
I'm Molly. I'm all in for parenting. I'm all in for good food. All in for big and small outdoor adventures. And really only partly in for homemaking. I want a Martha Stewart home and meal, but the truth is, we mamas just can't do it all. Not really. This shit is tricky!
This is a collection of musings and missives about parenting like you mean it. I mean really mean it. About how you can pull off a really mostly decent meal, keep your house kinda clean, do some of your laundry, and also even remember to usually feed your pets. But mostly about how being a mama is hard and we can totally rock it, but maybe that dream of perfection has got to give a little.