I used to be a "perfect mom." My house was always clean. I made everything from scratch. I was never late for anything. I had a perfect job, a beautiful home, and angelic children. I even drove a hybrid. All of it seemed so idyllic when you saw my life on social media. However, my life was far from perfect that I can't even joke about it, and once I figured out that perfection wasn't all that it seemed, I realized that being the hot mess mom should be your #momgoals, not just a consolation prize.
Once I gave up my dreams of being perfect, I finally learned how to be happy. I don't have to be a size two or prepare home-cooked meals from organic, locally-grown produce every day. I don't have to look or dress like everyone else. I don't have to be President of the PTA, or make Pinterest-worthy holiday treats. My kids and husband don't care about those things. They love me just the way I am, with my blue hair, terrible dancing, and silly stories about dragons and unicorns. They appreciate my willingness to eat ice cream or cereal for dinner and to buy dollar nail polish for us to try when we are having a hard time. Although other people might raise their eyebrows at my blue hair or snarky shirts, they honestly like me better this way than they did when I was constantly cleaning or working too hard to be who I thought I was supposed to be.
So, while I might have messy hair and wear leggings every day — and while I might always be late and drink too much coffee and occasionally stick my foot firmly in my mouth about what society expects of me — I am way happier this way. It's time to not only stop reaching for perfection, but to sit back, have a glass of cheap wine, and enjoy being "hot mess moms." Here's a few reasons why: