Perfection

I think my love for Design first started at 9. I would play barbies in our barbie dream house and for hours setting it up. My poor little sister. She wasn't allowed to move anything.

Which wasn't as bad as after the Full House episode that we watched and after we shared a room I let her have the other side, but continued to tape off half of it so she couldn't get to the other side. I was a bitch. Sorry bibits <3 You won adulthood tho. :P

I think my strive for perfection started young. And we carry it, at least for me anyways, into Motherhood.

Countless stories of women trying to set up the "perfect" snow day. Crafts, cocoa, movies. Only to have spent nearly an hour getting your kid bundled to have them come back inside 20 minutes later. A Christmas story isn't as funny now seeing it as an adult.

I think what we lack in our childhoods we tend to make up for as adults later on in life.

Like the 85 board games we have, or the 16 pottery barn kids swimming towels.

Life is funny like that.

So, my next post is going to be lots of recipes, lots of stuff, lots of kids. But I think if anyone else is reading this, we all need to just take a step back sometimes and realize. We ARE doing a great job. The incessant 'perfection' that you see on Christmas Cards, or Instagram, or Facebook is exactly that. What WE see. If anyone is reading this and needed it today, we're all just winging it. Noone knows what the fuck they're doing. And once you do, their age changes. So your not the only one going through this. We're all hanging by a thread just trying to do our best.

Hang in there Mama, your doing a great Job.

xoxo - Love yourself

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