Perfection is So Overrated

Perfection- blech!

I have to keep reminding myself every time I pick up the toys scattered across my family room, that there was a time when I wished for bite marks on my board books and feet prints on my newly washed floor.

Now that these things (and so many more) have become part of my everyday chaotic life I try to keep the perspective of how sad I will be when my floors remain clean, and my life becomes void of Fisher Price.