Perfectly imperfect

I ran across this post from Letti confessing her "real life." She mentioned how she had not posted pics of her messy house or talked about her less than stellar moments in motherhood in an effort to be a "perfect blogger."  It made me laugh a bit because perhaps I am guilty of the same. 

In my defense, I enjoy keeping things fun and light so you'll most likely never see an emotionally heavy post on this blog.  But in my effort to share imperfections that make me human, here is my (condensed) list:

+ I do not make my bed, even though I'm constantly considering buying a new duvet.  Seriously, why would I bother? 

+ I tend to stuff clutter in closets believing in the theory that if it looks good on the outside, only snoopy people will notice the inside...and they'll get the avalanche they deserve.

+ I have no intention of breaking Griffin of his pacifier habit until age three for one very selfish reason: my own sanity.

+ We sometimes eat fast food and prepared (frozen) meals.  We could certainly use less of both.

+ I don't care how healthy whole wheat bread is.  I shamelessly love white bread.

+ I am guilty of wearing the same (albeit clean) black track pants nearly every weekend because a) they're comfy and I don't care who sees them each Saturday/Sunday while I run errands, and b) they give the impression that I am coming from or going to the gym, either which cannot be further from the truth.

So there you have it...at least the short list.  :)