A blog dedicated to those of us who wake up each day striving for perfection and go to bed every night with the realization that we haven't reached it yet.
A big part of developing good self esteem is not taking yourself too seriously. A good way to do that is to publish, world wide, all your faults or simply repent every once in a while. Either way, you learn that nobody’s perfect and everyone makes mistakes.
Perfectionism is bad. But being a perfectionist about not being a perfectionist is worse. The truth is we all want to do the right thing, say the right thing, wear the right thing and be the right person. Unfortunately, that right is constantly changing. Especially, …
I grew up in Texas, the “Friendly” state. What some of you may not know about Texas is that “Friendly” is completely subjective there. There, you will generally find a few types of people; the “Bless their Cotton Picking Hearts” sorts, the “You did NOT …
I didn’t make dinner tonight…and I can’t remember making lunch. I sent my husband and teenagers off to their church meetings with empty stomachs. There is a big stack of dirty dishes on one counter and a big stack of cupcakes on the other. Oh …
Ok,so there is this new trend among the women in my ward. It is a book called “Dress Your Truth.” I’ve read some of it…. Here’s the thing sisters, I’m too busy trying to dress my fat to bother with how to dress my truth. …
Molly bakes bread. Everyone knows that. She does it cheerfully. She does it perfectly. It is just a part of her identity… “Life is just too short,” I said to a friend the other day. “Not just my life but my children’s lives,” I continued. …
Last week I was between a rock and a hard place. My two year old boy refused to get his hair cut. He got his ear nipped one time and he was scarred for life apparently. It had been months since he had it cut …
So have you ever woken up one Sunday, dressed your toddler in his freshly pressed white shirt, three piece suit, put on his tie and his matching dress socks, only to find that his church shoes didn’t fit? Uhhh when did that happen? Sure we made …
Today, I decided that I can not be everything. Teacher, Mother, Raw Chef, hostess, crafter, housekeeper, spiritual leader, a cover model, and….you guessed it, Father. When your husband is a traveling salesman, it is glamorous at first. He brings you home chocolates and trinkets from …
My name is Bianca, it has been one week since my last confession and about 6 months since I mopped my floor. (We have dim lights and dark floors.) I was so sick with my last pregnancy that I did practically nothing but grow a …
It has been two weeks since my last confession, six weeks since I had my baby, and nothing fits yet. My name is Bianca and I am still wearing maternity clothes and….I like them. Here is the thing, I get that I am old and that fitting …