As my children get older and life gets more hectic, I find that I am making excuses for my shortcomings. Believe me when I say those shortcomings are plentiful. I think at some point, we all lose sight of who we are, and apologize for our imperfections.
My husband will tell you I’m too loud, impatient, and stubborn. I cannot say I disagree with him. I raise my voice too often, and yell far more often than I should – I call it motivational speaking, since it’s the only way I can get anybody’s attention these days. I’ve always been impatient and set in my ways. I have my routines, and I don’t like changing them up. The most common argument at our home is based on my habit of waking up early on Saturday morning and going grocery shopping so I can enjoy it as much as possible.
You know what I am?
I’m a hot mess.
I’m disorganized and messy, exhausted from the chaos I deal with on a daily basis. Frustrated by the lack of help I receive from my crazy children. I yell too much and curse like a sailor. I’m a germaphobe and anxious. I anger easily, am emotional, and generally prefer animals over people. I say things I shouldn’t, because I’m a horrible liar and am honest to a fault. And, although I shouldn’t, I care too much about what others think about me.
I am who I am.
I am, (un)apologetically, ME.
