Confessions of a Stay at Home Mom
My misadventures in parenting.
Welcome to the inner workings of this North Jersey stay at home mom.
I’ve officially in the ranks of these majestic creatures
I’m offering you a front row seat.
Confessions of a SAHM is my “mom life”.
Shortly after I became a mother I realized there was a shortage (or absence) of places for moms that were honest, real and relatable. So I created Confessions. I truly believe that we are all works in progress and no one is perfect. I believe in being vulnerable, taking care of yourself, trying new things, positive discipline, exercise, moving out of your comfort zone, asking for help, making yourself a priority, and doing stuff that makes you happy. If you believe in some or all of those things too and can handle the occasional (okay, sometimes frequent) f-word and strong opinion, then please take a look around, because I think you’re gonna like it here.
What to expect:
The truth is mom life is real life. This is simply a no punches pulled look at raising a child, finding yourself, managing relationships, and all of the beautiful chaos in between. My mom game will be broken down for all to view, leaving you a real time view of what this moms life looks like.
Overview: I’m a born bread Jersey girl with a foul mouth and a deep affection for wine. I live for a good selfie, have a collection of memes, and speak in hashtags. #Sarcasmislife Get ready for bad tv commentary, garbage website reviews, nap time updates, gaudy jewelry pictures, and life hacks.
I’ve never seen myself as the “mom type” and honestly struggle with some of the nuances still. Pregnancy sure as f wasn’t my favorite. In fact, it was my seventh circle of hell. I didn’t immediately fall in love with my son, it took me some time but we’re definitely there now. I’m currently chugging away on year one, stay tuned for how that works out.
I’m long haired, short tempered, loud talking, Italian Puerto Rican woman, complete with gel nails, and a bold lip. 98% of my life I’m now in workout clothes, because let’s be real who goes home after they workout? Ain’t nobody got time for that. The other 2% is spent split between staring in the mirror asking myself if what I’m wearing is too slutty because I’m a mom, and sweat pants. Which is laughable because I have a deep obsession with fashion.
Stay at home sadness:
Being an extrovert staying at home was and is hard. Beyond the difficult tasks of keeping yourself AND an additional human being alive, there is NO ONE around. Feeling alienated and without a rudder I got some post baby blues. Trust me, unless you’re lucky enough to have sahm friends you’re pretty much on your own. Everyone goes back to work, the visits slow down, and then it’s just you and the tiny stranger. This was the hardest part for me, I didn’t have “people”. A lot of the mom groups on Facebook were vicious full of judgement and drama. I am not about that life.
I’ve realized that finding your people is important, SO IMPORTANT. I joined some classes with Dominic, found a mommy and me workout class, and found some of my mom people. Stay at home sadness dissipating.
That’s all for now. Stay tuned for more confessions of a stay at home mom.