Both girls are happily playing- Olivia outside by the sandbox, Zoe on a stepstool in the kitchen with dolls-and I sit here on the settee that happens to be the exact length for me to stretch out my whole 5'2" and take in the cool breeze from the open window.  The word perfection is at the edge of my tongue, but I hesitate, because sometimes I think that gives the impression that nothing ever goes wrong around here.  This is not true.  I yell.  The kids don't often want to pick up after themselves without prodding.   Stimpy, our terrier, frequently growls at the girls, and he is afraid of feet.  David isn't even home right now, having taken call last night at the hospital.  Our life is far from perfect.

But I don't really think true perfection lies in everything being just so.  Really, I think it has to do with how families deal with the realities of their lives.  Our house is probably too small.  The cars are never cleaned out and have been known to contain old banana peels.  Laundry, as you know, is an ongoing personal battle for me.  But as I sit here, with the weekend stretched out before me, all I can think about is how much I really love my little life.  

There are no huge plans.  David's birthday is tomorrow, but as he is studying for part of his licensure exam we won't be doing tons of celebrating quite yet.  He has requested a lemon jello cake with a layer of swiss buttercream and topped with lemon glaze.  Yeah, he's a bit spoiled.  We will probably go over to my parents to help do some furniture rearranging.  If you know me, you know I find that pretty exciting, as I secretly want to rearrange every person's house I know.  It's an illness.  Don't worry I don't actually walk into homes and start pushing the chairs around the house.  I do have a bit of restraint.  

So the girls are now using the recycling to make packages for who-knows-what, and I am off to work on a bit of laundry.  I think I'll put on some New Order and just enjoy my easy going Saturday.  Hopefully you can too friends.