Wanna Be Mrs. Perfect

Perfection is some kind of disease and I'm at the top of the list for having it, or was at the top of the list. Having that sparkling Mr. Clean house where dust fears to enter and a warm hot meal waits for The Doc when he arrived so he could just hang his tie and sit down ending in a Mr and Mrs Smith moment minus all the fighting.

That WAS my perfect world, so instead of prancing around in heels, pearls and a apron while wiping down counters, all I wipe down now is our babies bottom before working a jump-shot to see if I can hit or miss the waste can.

Pathetic I know.

So where did the picture perfect Martha Stuart moment go? I bang my head on the wall trying to answer that question because since I was 16 years old I have personally felt that I have lived the life of trying to be perfect, it started with my grades, then I moved out of my parents home into my own apartment before I got married and everything had a place and it was immaculate, it continued even after that when I married and my husband loved it because he could actually find his socks in the drawer -actually they made it to the drawer-.

I don't want to blame it on the Princess because she has been worth is all for The Doc and I but seriously I struggled in a subject that I excelled and made honors in after our little angel arrived. Instead of a nice pair of slacks and matching top it's just easier to put on a pair of Yoga pants and a sweat shirt before pulling my hair up into a bun. The heels are boxed up and my sneakers are starting to look warn. They say that it takes different amounts of time for women to return back to some sort of semi-normal but time is over with, I ready for that normal.