The moms that jump out quickly at the pickup line to get their child so they can maneuver the entire pile of the school years special projects to the side.
To the moms still trying to find where that smell in the truck is coming from that started sometime after August 1st.
To the moms that live inside their cars four times a day, five days a week and don’t have time to clean up that mess, they just move it over.
To the moms that pull up to the drop off line with a minute to spare and hear everything in their vehicle shift as they slam on the breaks because breakfast, snacks, school projects and emergency toys while waiting in the pickup line pile up fast y’all.
To the moms that really aren’t sure where some of the stuff even came from.
May we know them, may we love them, may we confess we’ve all been one, may we promise to look the other way when we see one and not mom shame and may we all know we are doing the best we can even when our car looks a hot mess like us.”
Don’t you love these words?? Carry on, Hot Mess Mamas! You are rocking it, and your kids will be so grateful for your support (one day. Heh).
