I’m Mediocre and I’m OKAY With That

I’ve been having some issues lately.  Mental ones I suppose, since physically I feel pretty good–except for the terrible case of writer’s ass, but that’s my own fault. Issues I’ve had a hard time diagnosing due to trying to fit ten pounds of shit in a five-pound sack on a daily basis.  

See if this sounds familiar:

Go here, go there, do this, fill this out, write this check, go back over here, answer this phone call, respond to this email, wipe this ass, clean up this vomit, do the laundry, try to remember to pick up your kids wherever you dropped them off, and don’t forget to cook supper. Clean up, wad up fold the laundry, mop the kids and bathe the floors. Make sure it is all done with a smile and that all the fuckthisshits and eye rolls are done behind a locked bathroom door.

I have come to the realization that I can’t continue the act.  I just can’t.  I can’t pretend that I have it all together because I don’t.  I can’t pretend that I have the slightest clue what I’m doing with my kids because quite frankly I’m winging it.  I won’t pretend that life is all rainbows and glitter because there are days when shoveling a barn full of cow shit would be more enjoyable than dealing with the cards that we have been dealt.  I’m here to make a confession today my friends.  I just have to get this off my chest and run with it.

I’m mediocre.

That’s right, I said it.  Mediocre.

Now I don’t want you all to be making comments to smooth the waters and boost my ego, that’s not why I’m telling you this.  I’m telling you this because I want you to know that it’s OKAY to be mediocre.  DO YOU HEAR ME?  IT’S OKAY TO BE MEDIOCRE.

Yes, I’m yelling at you because I want you to hear me.  Say it with me:  IT’S OKAY TO BE MEDIOCRE.

I'm Down With It

I’m Down With It

I don’t mean to settle for being mediocre, we should never settle for being mediocre.  What I do mean that it is OKAY TO BE MEDIOCRE from time to time.

No one is going to run from you screaming if they see you in yoga pants with no makeup on and your hair in a messy bun at the grocery store.

It isn’t going to kill your kids if they eat pizza and ice cream with a soda chaser for supper every once in a while.

You aren’t going to burn in hell for yelling at your kids to PICK UP THEIR SHIT.

The teachers at school aren’t going to think any less of you if you forget that permission slip.  For the third day in a row.

While your tween may be raging pissed at you for not letting her have a Facebook/Pinterest/Instagram account because the rules say you must be 13 and damn it, she’ll have plenty of time to lie about her age when she gets older.  She will get over it.

If you don’t clean the toilets today, you will have a second chance to wipe them with a clorox wipe clean them tomorrow.

Taking the kids out for dinner and a movie is always a great surprise.  Even if by “dinner and a movie”  you really mean running through the drive-thru and the kids eat in the backseat while the DVD player is on.

Having one of those days in which you just want to run away to a tropical island with Johnny Depp while you catch up on some reading while having drinks in your private cabana?  Totally normal.  Maybe not the Johnny Depp part, but you know what I mean.

Getting so tired of stepping on Legos and looking at Barbie’s skinny ass that you just want to throw it all into trash bags and forget about it?  Join the club.

Fighting the urge to send your kids outside to play then locking the door behind them is nothing to be alarmed about.  As long as you don’t actually act on it.  For too long.

Oh, you locked yourself in the bathroom this morning in order to take your morning constitutional alone?  Pooping in peace is an acceptable expectation. Never properly acknowledged-as you could probably tell by the constant knocking on the door-but completely acceptable.

Cereal for dinner?  Fuck it, why not.

They’ve watched two seasons–not episodes–of Phineas and Ferb on Netflix—today? As long as they’ve gotten up to pee and get a snack, don’t sweat it.

Here’s what I want you know.  On those days in which you feel like you are failing as a parent, you aren’t.  

When you see that kid with the perfect lunch, know that their mom probably just went grocery shopping and re-stocked.  They will most likely be eating peanut butter and jelly with a few cracker crumbs and marshmallows by next week.  

Those kids at the park are actually wearing clothes that match? Yesterday must have been laundry day at their house. The day before they were probably wearing their underwear inside out, if they were wearing any at all.

No matter how bad you think it is and how alone you may feel and how much you believe you totally suck as a parent, know that you aren’t alone and you don’t suck.

Know that I’ll be right here, becoming even more comfortable with my mediocrity and I’ve got your back.





  1. Lemme see if I have what it takes…
    Letting my daughter binge-watch all four Shrek movies while mommy hides in her office? Yes.
    Convincing myself that making her eat the apples before the fries = a healthier Happy Meal? Yup.
    Admitting that I only have the patience to answer three of her 50 “Why?” questions every morning? Oh, yeah.

    My name is Tiffany, and I’m (occasionally) a Mediocre Mommy.

  2. My mantra : “I’m just shooting for average.” Which is the first cousin of mediocre, right?

  3. Lately, I have aspired to mediocre. So I’m here to set the bar even lower :)

  4. Today was definitely a Monday. My son only took an hour nap & I felt like I was behind chores all day. It’s 8pm as I’m reading this & I’m exhausted. So let me tell you, this post said exactly what I needed to hear today. Thank you!

  5. Yup. I’m feeling pretty mediocre lately too, sister. I hear ya. But like you, I’m okay with it every once in a while. I am learning to lighten up on myself. Sometimes. ;-) xoxo

  6. Just by virtue of clicking over to this post, you have to know I feel pretty mediocre too. It’s just so much easier to turn on the television sometimes, you know?

  7. I appreciate your honesty. We are all, especially as parents, just doing the best we can! Hang in there!

  8. Love this! Been championing mediocrity for years!!! Great to have some fab company along for the ride..

  9. Love. You. You win the internet this week! Ellen

  10. I’m so happy to hear you say this…mainly because I gave up a long time ago, I mean, I embraced the mediocrity that is my life.

    My take is that I’m in it 100% for the stuff that counts, and for all the frilly extras (like super ridiculous crafty Pinteresty crap), I just don’t have the energy left over. But I run, and run, and run and do, and do, and do every day.

    In the end, my kids are happy, I’m still tired, but at least I’m not worrying about all the stuff I didn’t get to….we do the best we can with what we’ve got, and nobody should fault you for that – especially you! xo

  11. You. Are. Freaking. Awesome.

  12. Amen, although I wouldn’t call it mediocrity, as that implies some sort of comparison. I would say I’m content with the life that I live. There is ALWAYS room for improvement and I have a million things I would like to change, but I’m okay with not being the “best” or most popular or whatever else everyone unattainably strives/stresses for all of the time. Be okay with you. We are ;)

  13. Oh yes… I needed this after this week! :) THANK YOU!

  14. This is spot on girl. It’s hard enough trying to remember everything that needs done let alone trying to worry about being perfect. I have more mediocre days than I care to admit, but at the end of the day, my kids love me and are happy and safely tucked in with an endless supply of giggles. I get through my day with an endless supply of giggles from friends like YOU. Love you girl.

  15. Yup. Sure. Totally. Same here. Uh hu. Yessiree Bob! Ditto!

  16. I love this! Thank u!

  17. Onetiredmama says:

    Good to know! Feeling that way lately……:)

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