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There is not one person in the world that has all the answers. No one knows it all.

Is that a ballsy thing to say?

Some would say so. Like Lisa, the internet troll, that likes to leave absolutely horrendous comments on any post I have up on a popular parenting Facebook page.

Being a parenting blogger with no true expert opinion, I get A LOT of negative comments. I try not to read them but I just can’t help myself! And I knew that when I started blogging this would happen.  I’m a storyteller people, not a professional. I’m in marketing.

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I always write about what is going on my life, so today I am going to put some stuff out into the world that has been affecting my family.

I have always kept it real on here and I feel like if I don’t put this out there, I’m not being authentic. But in all reality, I I need to hear from another parent that has been in the same situation. And luckily I have platform where I can do that.

I talk constantly about my sweet Cy Baby. He will be one year old on July 20th. He is the happiest, sweetest, most adorable baby I have ever met.

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The name of my blog is Hashtag MomFail. I know what it’s like to think you are the worst parent in the entire world. To honestly doubt whether you are doing this whole parenting thing right.

I had one of those moments this morning – and it resulted in me dropping my four-year-old off at the babysitter’s house with no shoes because I literally carried him to the car kicking and screaming. I apologize to any neighbors that heard this incident occurring, but he refused to wear clothes and I made him get dressed. I know, worst mom ever.

Luckily, Henry and I both had about eight hours to get over this morning’s disaster and we like each other again.

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I’m always saying I need a break. That I’m tired. That working full time, having two small children and a husband that coaches is exhausting.

So I finally decided to just take a damn trip.

Baseball season was over. I had vacation days. I’m not getting any younger or less stressed.

So my husband and I planned a long weekend getaway for Chicago and went last weekend. Kid free. And it was glorious.

I always say don’t complain about something if you aren’t actively trying to find a solution to the problem. So I took my own advice and gave myself a break.

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Bedtime sucks. It is the worst. I seriously dread it every single night.

Why is that you ask?

Because putting a three year old to bed is no easy task. It’s like trying to catch a bird that somehow got into your house and is completely tearing it apart while you chase it around with a broom.

So because I have become such a mediocre parenting guru, I have put together a “how-to” guide on putting your preschool aged child to bed. You can thank me later.

  1. Tell your kid they have to take a bath thirty minutes before bed.
  2. Listen to kid scream NOOOOOOO for about five minutes.
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About three months ago, I gave up. I gave up on the morning duels with my 3-year-old over what he was going to wear. I would pick out his clothes for the day, he would throw a tantrum and the morning would turn into one large hot mess before we even tried to get in the car.

One day, I got to my office and put my head in my hands. The mornings were absolutely exhausting because of the battle with Henry over his clothes.

Then I realized I should just let him pick out his own clothes. No, he would not wear the cute polo shirts and skinny jeans that I wanted him to wear, but he would be happy and my mornings would be a million times easier.

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The last few weeks have been a real shit storm.

I thought that the dust had finally settled and I had caught up with life, but then my three year old decided to give up his nap. This is a difficult time for me, because I love napping as well. I also love spending time alone.

So currently my three year old is screaming at me that he is “so angry and so sad” because I won’t let him watch tv.

So I did something that I would completely have frowned upon before I had kids. Or even have audibly gasped about.

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Why is being a mom such a tough job?

Because kids are gross. They can be tiny little monsters that push your buttons on purpose while simultaneously destroying an entire room in three minutes.

Disclaimer: I love my children. They are my life. I would take a bullet for them.

But let’s be honest. Sometimes kids are just freaking annoying.

So I have compiled a list of the top ten ways to make a mom extremely annoyed.

  1. Say that you want something, then refuse it once it has been handed to you. Like asking for four dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets with ketchup and mustard on an orange plate, then throwing a temper tantrum when you get the exact meal you asked for.
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I have been going back and forth on whether I wanted to write this or not. Should I alienate people that read my blog that won’t agree with this post?

But I started this blog to talk about things others don’t like to talk about, so here I am writing about school shootings and gun control.

17 CHILDREN were just murdered in Florida. Teenagers had to watch their classmates die in front of them.

Just a few weeks ago, there was a school shooting two hours from my hometown. Two innocent children died. TWO HOURS AWAY.

Yes, I pray for their families.

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Parenting is not an easy job. You all hear that from me a lot. And as mom and dads, we constantly wonder if we are “doing it right”. No matter how much we do, or how well we do something, we always doubt ourselves. Can we ever be totally content with the job we are doing as parents?

Probably not. I think it’s just human nature to doubt yourself when you are in a situation with a tiny human that has zero regard for societal norms.

Someone once told me that if I was worried that I was a good enough mom, that meant I was doing a good job.

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