Life isn't perfect.

My life is not perfect, nor will it ever be.  My life is not perfect, nor will it ever be.  My life is not perfect, nor will it ever be.

I keep running this through my head.  This may seem like a downer thing to be thinking when things get tough, but trust me, this is a positive thing for me. 

I don't know why, but in my head life must be perfect.  I need to be up at 4:30 every morning to work out, I need to be to work at 7 a.m., be able to assist anyone that asks for help at the office while doing my own work as well, be home by 3 p.m. to cook a home-cooked meal from scratch, do homework with the kids, get them to bed by 8 p.m., and then spend at least a few hours on house projects and hanging out with my husband.

If I do the math on this (which anyone that knows me, knows is not my strong suit), this schedule leaves me approximately 4.5 hours for sleep a night, exactly 8 hours for work, does not take into account drive time, nor does it include any time to keep myself sane.  Add time with friends, hosting parties, and general time to sit down, and apparently my days are at least 30 hours each!

So when things start to get crazy, I have to take a step back and remind myself that life isn't perfect, I'm not perfect, and the only person that expects me to be perfect, is me.  No one cares if the chip dip at the football party is homemade or from Costco!  And frankly, Costco's probably tastes better....

This is all a long-winded intro to my true point.  I can't continue to expect life to be perfect and I need to own up to the fact that it won't be.  To help me own up to this fact, I'm going to be more open here and talk about all of the crazy, ridiculous things that go on in my house on a day-to-day basis.  I'm going to warn you now that I have young children and some of these things may not be all too pleasant.  You have been warned.