Sometimes I'm a good mom, but sometimes, I really suck. Sometimes we go to the park and I smile while sweating my ass off, maneuvering around the nine years old with bad attitudes and three year olds with boogers stuck to their foreheads. Sometimes we go to Chick Fil A because their play area is confined and I can watch from a window while I lay my head on the table and hand over bites of nuggets to the toddler in the high chair. Sometimes I listen to the frozen soundtrack on repeat for three days straight, and sometimes I make my children listen to things they don't like, like my favourite Turnover album and NPR. Sometimes my four-year-olds favorite snack is edamame and water with lemon and sometime she won't eat anything but nuggets from McDonald's and Gatorade. Sometimes I've done my makeup and my eyebrows are perfect. I've managed to find an outfit that looks just enough "still got it" to balance out the snot on my shoulder(whose snot even is that?). Sometimes I'm in yoga pants with holes and the same t-shirt I've worn for three days and I don't know when I brushed my hair last. Sometimes I'm patient with a soft voice while we paint bird houses and talk about what makes the sky rain. Sometimes I lose my shit and yell and lay on the floor, wondering where I went wrong. The only thing I'm capable of being 100% of the time is me... And me? I'm a sometimes mom, and that's alright.