I Don't Have My Sh*t Together

Here’s the truth no one really says out loud:
I don’t have my sh*t together.
Not on Monday mornings, not on random Thursdays, and definitely not on the days I’m expected to be “on.”

Most days I’m just choosing the next right thing… or the next thing that screams the loudest.

And if you’re reading this? You probably get it.

**Motherhood isn’t hard because we’re doing it wrong.

It’s hard because we’re doing so much.**

We’re the planners, the drivers, the chefs, the therapists, the referees, the cleaners, the working moms, the stay-at-home moms, the single moms, the exhausted moms, the “trying our best with what we’ve got” moms. We’re all holding a thousand things together that nobody sees… while feeling guilty for the three things we didn’t do.

Some days I wake up ready to take on the world.
Other days?
I stare at the laundry mountain and consider moving to a new country under a fake name.

And somewhere in all of this, we’re supposed to have our sh*t together?

Newsflash:

Most moms don’t.
But we think everyone else does because they only show the tidy parts.

So here’s what I’m saying — and what I want this whole movement to say loud:

You can be an amazing mom and still:

• Have dishes in the sink

• Forget the school paper on the counter

• Be mentally checked out by 3 pm

• Cry in the Target parking lot

• Eat cereal for dinner

• Ask for help

• Want a break from the life you love

None of that means you’re failing.
It means you’re human.

**This is the movement:

“I don’t have my sh*t together… but I’m still showing up.”**

Showing up for my kids.
Showing up for myself.
Showing up for my home.
Showing up for my healing.
Showing up in whatever small, quiet ways I can manage that day.

Some days I’m the mom who color-codes the calendar.
Some days I’m the mom who forgets it exists.
Some days I’m soft and patient.
Some days I’m overstimulated and overstretched.

Motherhood was never meant to be done flawlessly — it was meant to be done together.

And that’s why The Backup Plan exists.

Not because we’re broken.
Not because we’re failures.
Not because we’re lazy.
But because life is a lot.
And every mom deserves backup.

Every mom deserves support, breathing room, and someone to say,
“Hey, I’ve got you. You don’t have to do all of this alone.”

If you don’t have your sh*t together right now… you’re exactly where this movement starts.

You’re the reason I’m building this.
You’re the reason I’m talking about it.
You’re the reason this campaign matters.

Because the more we admit we’re struggling, the more we normalize asking for help instead of drowning silently.

This is your safe corner on the internet where you don’t have to pretend.

Where laundry piles are normal.
Where burnout isn’t shameful.
Where overwhelm is understood.
Where it’s okay to need backup.
Where “together” doesn’t mean perfect — it means supported.

So here’s your permission slip today:

You don’t need to have your sh*t together.
You just need to keep going.
And when it gets to be too much?
That’s why I’m here.
That’s why The Backup Plan exists.

We’ll carry the weight with you.
Because moms deserve help.
Moms deserve rest.
Moms deserve to breathe.

And most importantly?
Moms deserve to stop pretending.