be 100% on top of my laundry.
in fact, I may never be 50% on top of my laundry.
I may never be that person that gets up at 5 or 6am just because the world is still quiet.
I may never be the domestic diva I sometimes dream of being,
or be the organizational dynamo I wish I could be.
I may never be as thin as I was when I was married,
or be as fit as I hope to be.
I may never be as forgiving as I am called to be,
nor as humble as I need to be.
I may never be the perfect mom I desire to be,
or the perfect wife I’m sometimes wanted to be.
I may never reach the perfection I put upon myself,
or the perfection others want to put on me.
And that’s okay.