burnt french fries
unending dirty dishes
carrot peels that didn't quite make it into the garbage
bins of clothing hanging out in eleanor's room. they've been there for weeks. they need to make their way up to the attic.
and a mountain of clean laundry that i just can't seem to tackle
i love my full time job of growing my girls and managing our home, but a lot of times i fall behind on my jobs. or maybe it's that i can't keep up. in any event, the evidence above shows life is not always rainbows and butterflies around here. it's messy. and can be chaotic. and exhausting. and i am learning that that is okay.
i am often overwhelmed by my imperfection. i burn dinner. i let dead flowers sit on my table for a day longer than they should. dishes pile up. laundry piles up. i say unkind words to my child. i say unkind words to my husband. the list could go on and on.
it's in those moments i am gently reminded that perfection is something i want, but nothing that has ever been asked of me.