After my kids make brownies, I enter the war-zone of my kitchen and have to bite my tongue (hard!) not to scream about the chocolate-covered counters and buttery cutlery scattered everywhere. When my husband and I make our bed, I stand there staring at him wide-eyed, amazed he doesn’t think to pull the sheets taut unless I tell him to. When I sit at the computer, I can’t rest until I’ve assured myself I’ve thought of everything — everything – I need to do to make my work as good as it can possibly be.
And, get this, I am no perfectionist! One look at my front hallway, linen closet, laundry room, book-keeping techniques (or lack thereof), my kids’ backpacks or bedrooms and you’d suss me out immediately: Slob. Lazy. Too busy to care.
Well, actually, none of the above. I do care, I’ve just learned I have to let go. No way I can be a helicopter parent, or even just a decent house-manager, and also be a happy, efficient, productive and sane woman.
What are your war stories? What really pushes your buttons and what do you let slide? Do you feel guilty about hovering too much or not enough? Is there a happy medium?