Hellmonth! Yay...or something like that.

Y’all, I could not be more excited for today’s guest poster. She’s a relatively recent find of mine and I think we might be the same person. Except she thinks running is fun and I think that’s insane. For real. I do not run. Unless I’m being chased. And if the chaser has a gun, I’m probably going to stop in my tracks and just play dead. I can run from a Mr. Pointy. I cannot outrun a bullet. But whatever….I digress or something.

Please join me in welcoming Lynn from Lost and Holding Hands.

Her name is actually Emily, but Lynn is her nickname, and apparently it has stuck for life.

Seriously, y’all. We are the same.

We are boy moms. Her son, Will, was born a month before Joshua.

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We both like to read. The Time Traveler’s Wife is a favorite of ours.

We both have a serious addiction to caffeine. And we both love wine.

AND WE’RE BOTH NOT SUPER MOMS.

Give her some love, y’all.
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“How I Learned to be SuperMom”

When I saw Miranda was looking for guest posters, I jumped at the opportunity. I love her blog, and considering that the theme of her blog is NOT being Supermom, I think I fit right in! I’m a full-time working mom, and between trying to juggle my job, my family, and other responsibilities, I can barely find time for myself at the end of the day. It’s fair to say I’ve had my share of “un-Supermom” moments.

Where should I start?

It all began with the first day I was home alone with this brand new little baby. I was still recovering from my C-section and had no idea what to do and nobody to call for backup.

There was the time when I laid him down on the sofa for just a second and he rolled off onto the floor (this was immediately after my husband reminded me to not let him fall).

Then there was that time I opened a door without looking, smashed the poor boy in the head, cut his nose, and knocked him over.

I could totally continue, but I think I’ve made my point.

These days, there’s so much going on in my life I can barely keep track of it all. Keeping up with the basics is hard enough. Then I have to go and throw in fun things, like a social life, blogging, and exercise (wait, did I just say exercise is fun? Sorry, wrong list). Oh, and don’t forget I have to remember to keep my gas tank full enough to make it home at the end of the day.

But I keep up with the important things.

Since becoming a mom, I’ve learned how to care for a child on my own. I’ve learned that you really do have to watch a baby every second. I’ve learned that there are going to be bad days, and that accidents happen.

Most importantly, I’ve learned that I can’t always do it all, and that’s OK.

If I have to neglect the dirty dishes so I can spend 10 minutes eating breakfast with my son, I’ll do it. If I have dirty floors but clean clothes to wear to work, I’ll take the dirty floors. If splashing in the pool with my son means my hair doesn’t get blow-dried and styled, oh well. To me, part of being a mom is making sacrifices and prioritizing the different parts of my life, and I try to keep that thought in mind for each decision I make.

And despite all these mistakes and the precarious balancing act, everything has worked out. Every day I learn a little about being a parent, add it to my knowledge, and move on. I’ll never be perfect, but as long as I always remember to put my family first, “good enough” is just perfect for me.

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