Good Enough

Most mornings, I wake up with the William Tell Overture blaring in my head. I very groggily roll over to look at the time, only to realize that, oh no!, I am late again! and it begins with the distant rumble of horses galloping... Sure, there are days when I can get this stubborn body out of bed early, but it does not happen often. And it seems that no matter what I do to make things organized for the next day, I'm still on the edge of acting just a little bit like a psychopath!

The night before, I get the coffee ready, make the lunch(es)--(I make Mike's too if I'm feeling extremely loving and generous, wink), and have a general tidiness in our house. However, every morning as the kids are running out the door with their backpacks flying behind them shoving toast in their mouths, the house has been turned upside down. There is underwear on the floor, dirty dishes, blankets strewn about (why???) and, well, it's chaos, folks. I don't know how else to say it.

There is no reason for my sharing this other than to let you in on a little secret (actually, it's no secret at all): I am disorganized and very imperfect. I tell you with no hesitation that I do not have it all together. I am the mom who is on the phone with my girlfriends at 7:15 saying, "Oh my gosh, are the kids supposed to wear their uniforms or dress down today???". There is a general sense of cluelessness in our house, with the exception of Cindy-Lou Who (5) who tries to keep mom and dad in the know (thank God for this sweet treasure).

But I do try...really hard. My intentions are good. And today, that is good enough. I am perfectly content with my imperfection.

“My imperfections and failures are as much a blessing from God as my successes and my talents and I lay them both at his feet.” -Gandhi