This mother's day, I spent my whole day cleaning up a week's worth of mess from being sick in bed all week. Did it frustrate me that I am the only one in my house seemingly capable of cleaning? A little, yes. But it made me realize that I also try too hard to be too perfect. Why did I let it bother me so much that for one week I couldn't work? I felt horrible guilt for having the flu, and I think I apologized to my husband at least 20 times for being sick. I think we all have this ideal image of ourselves in our heads that keeps us from realizing how great we are already. Plus we are bombarded with supermom ideology, the in-laws (well mother-in-laws), and our own mothers...oh and those random people off the street who love to give you advice on how to fix your children, and all we hear is "You're not good enough."
