. . . and i am a recovering perfectionist.
if you know me in real life, i am not sure if that would ring true to you or just make you laugh. but it *is* true. perfectionism is sneaky. it doesn't always look like everything in its place, polished, and looking just so. sometimes it looks like procrastinating for fear that everything will not be in its place, polished, and looking just so.
it was one of those weeks. we had a great big scare. jesse worked a lot. enzo had a fever of 104 most of wednesday afternoon and night. baby boy was also a major crankerstein all of yesterday (but he had a hard week, so we are excusing this abnormality).
then there was the need to get ready for homeschool.
and, sadly, i fell off the wagon.
i have been stressin' all day about wanting the *perfect* start on monday for homeschool. making my lesson plans the bestest thing this side of the mississippi. (but even then, i would prefer bestest on the continent.) and then, our first day celebrations need to be perfect traditions we will want to carry on for years.
what? when did this crazy lady come to live in my body? why on earth would i put that pressure on myself?
so now i am back in recovery and replacing perfectionism with the pursuit of excellence. i will be faithful in the tasks God has given me. i will give my best and not grow weary of doing good.
any other addicts out there? i *know* i am not the only one.