I used to have dreams of perfection. Home cooked meals, clutter free home, toilet paper always available. You know, Better Homes and Garden.
Today, though, when I walked into our bathroom and found an army man stuck headfirst into a tub of lip balm, I gave in. It seems that I am not someone who can do it all, and I'm okay with that. Sometimes my house seems CRAZY - dog barking, kids yelling, clutter on my kitchen table - but I am embracing it. It might be nuts here, but people seem to feel comfortable, and in the end that's all I really care about.
I'm not giving up on those dreams, but I'm going to wait until I care a little more about things being just right.