Keeping it Real — The Price of Perfection

I'm a self-proclaimed perfectionist, but you'd never know it by looking at me. I'm overweight. My house is often filled with "organized" piles. My laundry isn't folded. My makeup and hair aren't done. I'm sure you're asking yourself, "Self? If she's really keeping it real, how in the world can she claim to be a perfectionist?"

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Years ago I read a book about cleaning and clutter. I can't for the life of me remember what it's called, but I remember exactly what I learned. It taught me just how much of a perfectionist I am. Not because my house looks like a museum, but because it's the complete opposite.

If I don't have time to give my all to something, I don't start. This goes for anything. Cases in point.

Cleaning

I have three young children. Of course I could have a hospital-disinfected clean home, but there is no possible way it will stay that way for more than 5 minutes. I would have to either follow my children around all day, cleaning up after them with Clorox and microfiber cloths, or duct tape them to the wall. Either option isn't exactly ideal, and the latter would likely have Child Protective Services at my door.

Weight

Burn more calories than you take in. I get it. But my perfectionist tendencies lead me to eating disorders. I count every calorie and berate myself for everything I put in my mouth. Basically it leads me to chewing gum for every meal and as the old saying goes, man cannot live by gum alone. Oh, it's bread alone? Well that's even worse because it's full of carbs! I also despise sweating, which is requisite for losing weight, but that's a whole other story.

Everything Else

It takes a fair amount of time to slap spackle on this mug. Even more to tame the mane. These incidentals take my time away from my kiddos and I'm not okay with that. Because, honestly, if I'm going to practice perfection in any aspect of my life, it's going to be in my role as mother.

So here we go, folks. I'm setting a goal right here, right now. From now on, I will spend 80% of my time being a mother. Being present in my children's lives, loving, and caring for their emotional and physical needs. The other 20% can be spend on my quest for perfection. But if that 20% is spent and I'm still not perfect, it's okay. Because, in the words of a famous meme, ain't nobody got time for that.