Remember when ICMB contributors took over the ICMB instagram page for a day? When Kaitlyn and Sara asked for volunteers to take over the page for 24 hours, I volunteered! It sounded fun!
I was first up for the instagramming challenge. I had the instructions and had practiced on my phone to make sure I knew what I was doing when I logged on bright and early Monday morning a few weeks ago. I went to snap my first picture to post (my son building legos at 7:30ish in the morning) and felt guilty.
Was this the picture I wanted to post? Should I take a picture of a messy room or a sink full of dishes instead? Should I wait until my children were fighting? Did this accurately portray what my life was like in the morning?
Next up: the drop off at day camp for my oldest two kiddos. I took the picture of them walking into the building and felt guilty.
What will people think about the fact that I drop my kids off at day camp, even in the summer? Will they notice it’s before 9am? Will they judge me because I was too rushed to walk them up to the door?
Then the photos from work (photos 3 – 5).
I like working. (Guilt). But a storm blew up and we had to go to the basement at work, while my kids were at day care/day camp and probably scared (GUILT!). I had to stay late that night (Guilt). I ran out of time to pick up the kids and make dinner (Guilt. Guilt.) We ordered from Taste of China and there were no fruits, vegetables, or whole grains served that night (OK . . . that was fun!).
We made chocolate chip cookies after dinner during the next thunderstorm (that’s pic #7, if you’re keeping track)–OK, that picture didn’t make me feel guilty. I love chocolate chip cookies during a thunderstorm! And then, the kids went to bed in the middle of the storm (my son slept on the floor in the girls’ room because everyone was scared of the thunder)–Would other moms think I’m a jerk because I didn’t lay with my kids until the thunder stopped?
When I signed off ICMB instagram for the day, I was exhausted and surprised I had obsessed about a project that was just meant to be good, harmless fun! I second-guessed every picture I posted, wanting to make sure that people understood I loved my kids, but not wanting to portray a fantasy world about being a working mama with 3 small children.
And then I realized I needed to get over myself.
All mamas (regardless of stay-at-home, work-at-home, work-away-from home) are crazy busy! We’re all doing the best we can and honestly, I’m jealous of the mama who has time to judge another mama’s instagram picture. I can’t speak for every mother out there, but I know I have just enough time to scroll through the newest posts from the people I follow before I’m running off to soccer/ballet/piano, or to get dinner, or to keep my two year old from coloring on the wall.