Motherhood Unfiltered

Does your kitchen look like this in the background of your Instagram pictures? Is your hair curled into beachy waves in those pictures? What about your kids: are they wearing matching outfits?

There’s a caption on your photos. Does it say something about how it’s been a hectic day but you’re glad to be home with those sweet little children and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be?

Full stop.
You spent two hours minimum just preparing your house, self and kids for each meticulously-filtered Instagram photo and we know it.

No mom without a live-in housekeeper and round-the-clock nanny has a kitchen like that. I mean, really, where are the dripping art projects and stacks of bills? Dishes done, huh? Those freshly-baked cookies on the plate are a nice touch.

There must be a hiding place just off camera for the snacks you’re bribing your kids with to stop smacking each other long enough to pose for a photo.

Not to mention that trendy outfit and perfectly slouchy hat on you. It all fits just-so around your lean yet fit frame. No leftover Lunchables for you, clearly. No visible blood coming out of your ears from the sound of “Mom” for the 327th time that day.

A+ work on getting out of the sweats, my friend, but this just isn’t reality.

With the filter off, life right now is chaotic on its best days. We’re all trying to do some semblance of homeschool and probably juggling working from home too. We’re striving for keeping our kids from killing each other and clinging to a shred of sanity and optimism.

Video work meetings with kids at home are a joke.

Jobs have been lost, businesses are struggling, and people are seriously ill.

This is the reality of life in these times, and there’s no filter fancy enough to mask that.

So keep your shiny white kitchen. The rest of us will get by with our overgrown roots, frayed tempers, haphazard homeschool routines and messy-ass kitchens.

A Message for our Advertisers

I gotta be real with you, Facebook. Uber. Samsung. Etc. Etc.

My warm and fuzzies have turned into cold and scratchies.

I don’t want to hear that we’re “together apart” or that we’ll get through this together.

How many ads can possibly include people banging pans in apartment windows? It’s a touching and impactful practice acknowledging medical workers, to be sure. But my heart strings are all pounded out on that.

Families are connecting over Zoom. But it’s just not the damn same. Chatting over the internet is cold and glitchy and distant. You can’t catch a toddler walking towards the camera and nuzzle their soft little head. We’re lucky we live in a time when we have technology that can help facilitate our interactions, but it all just still sucks.

I don’t want to watch heartwarming commercials of people video chatting.

Every πŸ‘ commercial πŸ‘ is πŸ‘ the πŸ‘ freaking πŸ‘ same.

I get it, advertisers. You’re in an awkward spot. You didn’t expect this pandemic anymore than the rest of us, and your regular advertising had to go in a hurry. You didn’t want to sound like an asshole by saying “We’re sorry about all of this nonsense. Please still buy our products. Just buy it online”.

Enough! I just want to laugh now. And vent. And shop online for all the things I don’t need. So see? You still have my business.

The situation is far from funny, but I watch T.V. to escape. Not to be reminded about this awful affliction munching on the world right now, and flipping our routines upside down.

We know, companies. You care. We’re in this together. Blah, blah…..blah. Now kindly make me laugh and act normal, or get out of my living room.

To Quote Beyonce: I Ain’t Sorry

Can we stop with this stuff already?

It’s not cute to apologize for everything. And it’s certainly not the kind of adorable that warrants being on a sweatshirt.

We’re all a little awkward sometimes, but let’s work through that, you know? Let’s push ourselves little by little outside of our comfort zones until we’re not uncomfortable at all.

Social anxiety is real for some, but it’s become trendy for many.

We’re not all introverts and don’t all thrive in solitude, as this pandemic lifestyle has spelled out.

Stop with the sweatshirts.

If I’m awkward, I’m not sorry.

I’m not sorry, period.