You know, I think all we women have some sort of aspiration to be the perfect version of our self. The perfect Mother, Wife or whatever...
Me, I want to be the one that gets up at 6AM to prepare freshly baked bread & a hearty breakfast...apron & all. Then wake my son up at 7 promptly & invite him to join me at a perfectly set table... "Blueberry pancakes anyone?" A great way to start the day. But, NoOo... 

Ravn came out from his room around 5 minutes to 8 this morning & stated what time it was. I slowly lifted my head up from the couch, just to catch a glimps of him through what I only can describe as some sort of nest of hair that apparently had accumulated in front of my face during the night. I clawed my way out of it & made him some lunch in just about 2.5 minutes before he hugged me & walked out the door... As he said goodbye, I said something in the region of "Grrrgggllbbbrrrgglll!" & went face down on the couch again...

Anyone else out there that this scenario feels familiar to? 

"When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target."  ~George Fisher.


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