Perfectly Imperfect

I am an overworked, underappreciated, sleep deprived attorney who also is the mother of an amazing 10 month old baby who still doesn't sleep through the night and wife to another wonderful overworked, underpaid, sleep deprived litigator...

Having two lawyers in the family is both a blessing and a curse. Since we both get paid to argue for a living, it's not fun when those skills get turned on each other.

I horrified my mother in law by buying a sign that says "The only reason I have a kitchen is because it came with the house." I prominently display this sign next to my almost new, rarely used stove.

I would rather make reservations than cook dinner for my boys. If I only have an hour at the end of the day for dinner (and sometimes that's a strech), I'd rather pay someone else to cook and clean the dishes.

I don't clean as often as I should. I'm busy. I'm tired. And what's the point? As soon as I clean up, my son comes along and decorates the floor with papers. He finds papers everywhere and then proceeds to crawl around the floor with them, fling them with amazing force and pull them down onto the floor before jumping into the piles like a little kid jumping into a pile of leaves.

I'll never be perfect. I try, but there just aren't enough hours in the day. And some days there's just not enough caffeine in the world.

This is me...for better or worse...perfectly imperfect.