Hey there fellow moms, exhausted warriors of the never-ending to-do list! Can we talk about that dirty little secret we all hide behind our yoga pants and coffee mugs? You know what I’m talking about – the overwhelming guilt that creeps in when we admit, even to ourselves, that we’re not superhuman and might need a break once in a while.

So, here I am, coffee in hand, surrounded by a pile of unfolded laundry. Let’s dive into the world of overstimulation, guilt, and the art of hiding in the bathroom just to get a moment of peace.

The Morning Madness:

Every day starts with the rooster crowing (in my case, it’s more like the annoying buzz of my phone alarm). Cue the rush to get the kids fed, dressed, and out the door. No matter how much I seem to prep the night before, it’s always a mad dash But, wait, where are my keys? And why is there peanut butter in my hair? Oh, the joys of morning chaos.

The “Perfect Mom” Myth:

You’ve seen her on Instagram – that mom who effortlessly crafts gourmet lunches and bakes cookies shaped like famous works of art. Meanwhile, my idea of a culinary masterpiece is a PB&J sandwich with the crusts cut off. Can we all just agree that the bar is set ridiculously high, and it’s perfectly fine to embrace the beauty of imperfection?

The Guilt Monster:

So, here’s the real kicker – the guilt that sneaks up when you admit you’re overstimulated. Shouldn’t we be able to handle everything with a smile and a Pinterest-worthy DIY project? Well, newsflash: life doesn’t come with a filter, and even the most seemingly put-together moms have their moments of, “Is it bedtime yet?”

The Bathroom Hideout:

Let’s talk about the sacred space we call the bathroom. It’s not just for doing your business; it’s a fortress of solitude, a place to catch your breath. Admit it – you’ve hidden in there at least once, pretending to have important business just to escape the chaos outside.

Embracing the Chaos:

Here’s the truth: chaos is our new normal, and that’s okay. The house might resemble a hurricane aftermath, and the kids might be using the living room as a personal wrestling ring, but hey, we’re all still alive, right? A messy space really gets my anxiety going. I am working hard to shake that, because, seriously, it does not matter to anyone else but me. And why does it matter to me SO much?

Sarcasm as a Survival Tool:

In the grand circus of motherhood, sarcasm becomes our secret weapon. When someone asks, “How do you do it all?” we respond with a smile and a sarcastic quip about cloning ourselves or discovering the secret to bending time. Because let’s face it, humor is the glue that holds our sanity together.

So, here’s to us, the overstimulated moms who navigate the chaos with sarcasm, coffee, and the occasional guilty pleasure reality TV show or faerie realm novel. Let’s ditch the guilt, embrace the chaos, and remember that behind every seemingly perfect facade is a mom who’s just one spilled sippy cup away from a meltdown. Cheers to imperfection and the messy, beautiful journey of motherhood!