Confession: I'm not Super Woman
Too often I fall into the rut of trying to be "Super Woman". I become intimidated by other women I see who seem to have it together. You've seen them, they exercise daily and look stunning, they religiously feed their family 5 fruits and veggies every single day, their life is so routine that even the dog knows the schedule, their laundry is folded immediately after it exists the dryer and is still hot when put away in it's organized chest of drawers, dust never collects on their furniture, crumbs literally float to the garbage can because they would not dare fall on the perfectly clean floor... ok, so maybe that's a little exaggerated, but you get the idea! I confess, I'm not Super Woman... I've given my kids peanut butter and jelly sandwiches served on a napkin for lunch more times than I care to count. That's ok. It's one of their favorites. PBJs aren't all that bad. I confess, I'm not Super Woman... I have more than...
