Hi Everyone!   Yes, I know it’s been a little while since my last post.  I have been a bit of a slacker. Okay shoot me!  I’ve been working and yes…playing and the time seems to be zipping right by.  

Here’s a question for you – Have you ever thought about what the perfect life would entail?

The reason I ask this is due to a conversation I had recently.  I came across an old high school classmate on Facebook.  It has to be about 20 + years since I had been in touch with this person, so I thought I would connect with him.   Of course I asked how he was and what he’s been up to and I got the response – “Great to hear from you, things are wonderful, life is perfect!”   Really?   Life is perfect…hmmm.

What exactly does that mean, to have a perfect life?   I mean, I have a good life; I wake up looking forward to my day, I have a supportive husband, two great kids, my bills are paid.  But would I say it’s perfect?  I don’t know about that!   I wish I could have responded back and said “Hey me too, my life is completely perfect” but I’m not sure that would be entirely truthful.

So I started taking inventory of my life:

House – Border on bathroom wall still not ripped down, kitchen counter still has that awful burn mark where hubby placed the hot frying pan, little stain on the carpet that just won’t come out, and of course the rip that is starting to appear on the couch. – Okay – nope no perfection here.

Family – Hubby is great, but sometimes I have to repeat myself, okay I am constantly repeating myself. My 17 year old son who has a big heart, needs to remember Mama doesn’t have a big wallet and yes, you actually have to work for money.  My loving 4 year old daughter may look like an angel with her blue eyes and curly blonde hair, but sometimes, I swear I’ve seen her head spin around 360 degrees when she doesn’t get another chocolate Popsicle.  Munckin, my cute as a button Jack Russell is adorable to anyone with two legs – add two more and she’s a vicious bitch ready to pluck their eyes out.  No kidding. –so, well I love them all, not perfect.

Myself – I could lose about 20 lbs, my hair definitely needs a dye job, I sometimes lose my cool when I have to repeat myself, I’m a recluse which is often mistaken as snobby or not social, I am intensely protective which my son especially has issues with.  I’m a good wife, but not perfect.  I’m a good mother, but again I wouldn’t say I’m perfect. I’m a good friend…but definitely not perfect.  – So again, no perfection here, in fact I would be the first to say –far from it.

For me, a perfect life seems to be impossible to reach…or is it? Let me think about this…sure, my house isn’t a palace, my family is not the brady bunch and I definitely need a little work myself, but really would I have it any other way? No, I wouldn’t. “AHA.”  So I guess in essence that means I do have a perfect life after all —at least perfect in my eyes!

So….really… I could have responded “Yah, same here, life is pretty darn perfect for ME, too!”

Maybe a perfect life isn’t that impossible