I Forgot, Again

Confessions From The School Pick-Up Line

That’s right. I forgot. Again.

I’m sick of being the “hot mess mom” who forgets birthday parties even though we were invited weeks ago. Who’s late to the pick up line because the baby fell asleep on her and she lost track of time. Who has to load the car up with everything I think the kids might need while we wait in the car for my husband and still manages to leave something at home.

I’m not a mom who has it all together. I’m a mom on the brink of falling apart because she feels like she’s failing her kids. Who feels like her kids deserve the world and is crushed because she can’t give it to them.

A mom who wishes with everything in her that her anxiety and brain fog didn’t impact her children.

I want to be the mom that’s president of the PTA and plans play dates. The mom with mom friends who goes to the park to unwind while their kids play. The mom who chaperones every field trip and packs healthy lunches every day. The mom that looks like a Stepford trophy wife every time she’s in public.

I want to be the mom who looks like she has everything together even if she doesn’t.

I want to be the mom who doesn’t forget birthday parties.

McCaylee Putney is a stay at home mother of three, struggling to get through life one day at time. She’s trying to find her community as a parent and writer. She’s trying to do better.