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This meme right here. That was me. That is me. A mama who knows that the best laid parenting plans often go astray... once you're, ya know, actually in the throws of #momlife. 

The road to child-rearing is paved with good intentions (and endless bribes), and if I had a nickel for every time I judged and said, 'Oh I'll never to that with my kids'... Ugh, well, suffice to say I'd be able to afford a full-time nanny by now. 

I'll quit the cliches, but the gist of it is: you do what you gotta do to survive the long days of early motherhood. 

That said, these days my mama mantra and motto of choice is: Pick. Your. Battles. Three words I live by, and a resolution I've declared for a saner moi. 

And so, without further adieu, I present my top 6 times to toss your hands up in the hair and pick your battles, Mama... (Take it or leave it. To each her own. Either way, no judgment from me... Anymore.)

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When They Insist on Dressing Themselves... in totally clashing items, seasonally-inappropriate accessories, pajamas, or dress-up gowns. My little lady has a fashion sense that's all her own, so when it's a choice of either a.) being late for school or b.) letting her rock a Frozen costume, I say do Like Elsa, and "let it go," Mama!

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When They Won't Let You Do Their Hair... Baby girl has luscious locks. The hair of my dreams. Gorgeously effortless tousled beach waves. And, yet, she won't let me touch them with a ten-foot pole (or comb). She mostly refuses girlie bows and sweet pins and oversize headbands and elaborate elastics. I used to chase her around with a bottle of de-tangler and a brush before school... but I've realized, why do I need the added manic morning lunacy? As long as it's not completely knotted and pulled out of her face, it'll have to do. 

(Incidentally, she loves letting her big bro fake style her tresses?!?! I think it's to mess with me.)


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