My imperfection

I am sure, actually I know there are people out there that think I am overly organized or a perfectionist. I do try and make an attempt, but living in a house full of boys leads me to settle for a different form of perfection.

Don’t get me wrong, if it was just myself and hubby the house would be on a whole other level. But how boring would that be? I love having the boys even if they are completely messy and somewhat irresponsible when it comes to picking up after their own selves.

I read a post the other day that really summed it up well, much better than I ever could. So, I thought it would be humiliating fun to call myself out on things in my life and house that are far from perfection. You can now see the true Lynette lifestyle that I am okay with. I just keep reminding myself someday it will change, but for now it is what it is.

· All of the Play dough in our house is a nice shade of poop-brown if it’s not already dried up and crusty. You can even find some dried into the carpet from a month ago. I haven’t gotten around to scraping it out.

· A lot, if not most of the markers are also dried up from failure to recap them, which I refuse to do any longer. If the kids want to use markers they need to learn to recap them when they’re finished. This should not be my job, right?

· I hate dusting, it is one of my least favorite chores, and therefore I only dust when we are having company over.

· DVD’s and video tapes: we have too many and most of the video boxes are torn or are missing along with the DVD sleeves. Most of the time they get left out until I feel the urge to reorganize them.

· My clean, folded laundry piles sit until the towers start to tumble. I have no problem doing 2 to 3 loads a day and folding them, but actually putting them away is where it gets neglected. If the boys want their clean clothes, they end up coming downstairs to the “master-laundry-closet.”

· You don’t want to know how long I let our showers/tubs go before I clean them. Don’t ask. But also, don’t worry if you come to visit and stay with us. They will be sparkling clean.

· There is smashed, ground-in cereal in my van that has been there for weeks. I let the dog in the van in hopes she would clean it up by eating them. Apparently, there were too many because after a few minutes of eating, she became uninterested. Guess I better get the shop vac out.

I think I've shared enough of my inadequacies for the day. Trust me, I could go on and on. See, I am normal just like the rest of you, right?