I swear it's not perfect.
Someone recently said to me that they think I have the perfect life with the perfect marriage & the perfect child, and must live in this orderly & tidy perfect house.
I assure you...(and for those that REALLY know me...you'll know this is true)...I am FAR FROM PERFECT!
Now granted, my child is almost perfect...(I could do without the fits he throws every now & then...and his dependency on the bottle...)
After a full day of playing...
Here's what happens to my orderly & tidy perfect living room....
My house gets messy.
My child gets messy.
I get messy.
Life gets messy!