I’m currently #boymominit #likeaboss, living life as a working mom 
and now a dinosaur expert. There are dinosaurs EVERYWHERE. And I mean everywhere. They are on my table. They are on the stairs. They are on the couch. I saw a Carnotaurus on the bathroom sink counter. Yes, it’s called a CARN-AH-TOR-US.
I know things now. I have mad dinosaur skills because my 7-year-old son is teaching me daily. I am now on a first name basis with Dan Surprise, and have become a “Danosaur” by subscribing to his YouTube channel. This is because my son uses my YouTube account to watch his Jurassic World videos. If you don’t know who Blue is, or Owen, or Claire Dearing, and you are the mother of at least one boy, hang on. Your world is about to change.
My suggested videos are full of Godzilla, King Kong and Blue, the velociraptor. And that’s not just YouTube. It’s Netflix too. Does it bother me? No, not really. I waited a long time to have a child. I wanted a girl. Until I found out I was having a boy.
Because of the dinosaur frenzy that has swept through my house, I find myself flying around like a crazy person picking up. I know deep down that I need to make my son, Alex, pick up all of his toys. I have great intentions of taking the time to see this through. But when we come right down to it, I usually cave. This is because I try to do everything.
I try to be a good mom. I try to look my best. I try to excel at my job. I want to do my devotions. I want to exercise. I want a perfectly clean house; a house that is Pinterest worthy. The list goes on and on. If I am going to do all of this, I cannot take the time to spend time with my son learning about his dinosaurs and then helping him pick them all up so he learns about cleanliness. His future wife is going to blame me for him being untidy, and rightly so.
Recently, I came across a quote. It said, “You can do anything, but you can’t do everything.”
True story.
I feel this way a lot. As I fly around trying to accomplish my daily routine with as much excellence as I can, I find myself saying this in my head. “I can’t do it all!” And I can’t. The sooner I make peace with that, the better, and not just for me, for everyone.
As a working mom, we have got to learn this idea of not trying to do it all. We have to take our morning coffee like it’s some sort of sanity pill against the crazy demands life puts on us as a group. Do it all, and look good doing it. That’s the message that we hear daily. If you can, that’s great. If you can’t, don’t let it stress you out. I know I am preaching to the choir here, but the choir needs to listen up.
Prioritizing needs to be a big part of a working mom’s vocabulary. Focusing on what is the most important to her is the key to success and sanity. Take the pressure off. Put your feet up. Breathe in. Let down and let go of what you can. You’re a working mom, which means you do a lot. Give yourself time to be human. Give yourself time to enjoy your dinosaurs.
I thoroughly enjoyed this article. Absolutely delightful! And so true.