Confession: My “All Together”

So when I attempt to be perfect in one area in my life, the other things seem to become all misshapen. Last week, I was perfect at fixing all three meals and a couple of snacks, but the dishes piled up so high that the next, I decided to be a perfect housekeeper and while I succeeded at that, my children suffered minor neglect. This week, I decided I needed to be a better mom. It is Wednesday, and my house is a wreck. There are smiles are their freshly wiped faces, story books everywhere, homemade play-dough in the carpet, paint on my elbow and perfect but slightly useless crafts re-decorating my living room. Gah! Back to being a perfect housekeeper. My name is Bianca and this is how my “All Together” comes all apart. One of my dear Facebook friends said that I look like I have it all together. Being the perfectionist I am, I LOVE to hear that. But the truth behind it all is that, while I may have one aspect of my life all together, in that perfect “Chasing Molly” way, something else is bound to be falling apart. It is a natural law I think. It is quite like planning a Wedding. Months and months of planning, expenses, finding that perfect dress, getting the perfect day in June, and finding the perfect venue only to have one of your bridesmaids show up in the wrong dress from the perfect pattern you sent her. (My mistake, I thought she said that I could pick any of the dresses on the pattern she sent me.) All I’m saying is, as hard as we try to be perfect, and have it “All together”, something it is bound to fall all apart.