I'm not a Supermom.

I'm struggling right now. Kate is in a mean phase. She wants to do everything for herself, yet she seems to need almost more attention now than ever. The house can go from clean one minute to looking like a hurricane swept through in the next. She's so messy. Last week I let her eat chocolate chip cookies in the living room only to discover a giant mess of melted chocolate all over my couch. Thankfully, Tuff Stuff took it out. On top of her, I'm trying to keep the house clean and in order while slowly packing for our move to the new house. I feel like I'm living in a war zone or something. It's a mess all the time. I can't keep up with it. Oh and there's laundry. Oh yeah, and I'm pregnant. Some days I'm full of energy. Other days, like today, I feel like sleeping the day away. I actually cried about it last night, trying to imagine how I'm going to keep up with these things and have a baby on top of that. I know Kate's in a phase that will pass, but right now is so frustrating. I know that we're moving and the mess here is only temporary until we can unpack and organize in the new place. I know that pregnancy is only temporary and that in a few months, I'll have my body back. I know that newborns are only newborns for a short time. I'm just overwhelmed and irrational. Like Callie said on Grey's Anatomy, "I'm a hormone casserole." Lucky me:)

Anyhow, I want to be Supermom, but I'm not. I'm a good mom (I think), and I'm just trying to take life one day at a time. I know there's someone else out there who feels the same way--and I'd like to tell you that we're perfectly normal! We don't have to be Supermom. I doubt Supermom feels like a "super" mom everyday, anyhow. Right?