Why I'll take imperfection anytime!

This is my little family…trying to take a "nice", (yes, I'm gonna put that in quotation marks),

 picture of us all together. 

 As I'm scrolling through all our photos of Easter time, there is not one picture perfect picture of MY family…but, this delightfully imperfect one…you gotta admit…it's much more entertaining…and heck, if I'll allow myself to admit it out loud…it's much more US!

This is the "pallet" that the delivery driver dropped off with some flooring…

it's been sitting outside for weeks now…have I found the time to get rid of it yet…

NO!

Does my daughter care…not at all…in fact she's decided that if she lays her booster seat on it just so, it becomes a rocket ship to the moon…SHE'S GOING TO THE MOON on my trash!!!

My procrastination inspired a moon trip…insert check mark here.

And here is my upstairs…I had a BIG wake up call when I cleared out a corner of my room and the contents of that corner FILLED an entire other room!!!!  

This wake up call has allowed me the opportunity to "give stuff away"…I feel like it's my karmic work…I've let go of dressers, desks, cabinets, craft supplies, vintage this and that, 

(that I will never ever use).  

I've make lots of people happy with my former stuff, and it's been such an experience of both growth and letting go!

In the housekeeping department, it should be obvious…I'm a work in progress.

Nope…we will NEVER be one of those "picture perfect" families.  You would think it's all gnomes and toadstools and fairy dust over here, but errr…not quite! 

It's taken me years to get over my quest for "perfect"…it used to be something I'd wear like a front, (or something I actually thought was attainable),

 if only I could paint my walls a certain colour and wear the right clothes,

 or buy the right toys I'd find it.  

I'd even judge people who didn't quite fit into my vision of what that would be, 

I'd look down on people too.

I've come to realize that my previous ideals made people feel badly about themselves, and really who the heck am I to judge?!

Behind all my former ideals there is this family…

(we are one of those real families…the ones that you will never ever see in a magazine, 

unless of course it's a "what not to do" article!)

today my 5 year old looked on my table and declared she "LOVED the PISSY willows" I had put in a vase…my eldest and I fell on the floor laughing…yes, before I corrected her I had to have a good belly laugh...and you know what, the joy…the laughter…the chaos...it sums us up perfectly!

Let us unite in our imperfection and celebrate our delightful and imperfect lives!

Lots of love