The Triad of Perfection

Sometimes there just aren't enough hours in the day. Duh. I came home from work and the kids and I stayed outside for about an hour and a half and planted flowers. Well, the Baby sat in her saucer, but she did watch us intently and giggle frequently. It was just wonderful...until it wasn't. JBB got tired and hungry and grouchy when it was past time for supper and winding down for the evening. So after a quick tantrum we came inside, did a quick bath, and had a quick supper. Then I just had to stand back and look at the lovely flowers, and also my dusty house and piled up laundry. I will never reach the Triad of Perfection. I will never simultaneously have a perfectly clean house, perfectly washed and folded and ready-to-wear clothes, and a refrigerator and pantry full of healthy meals. It will never happen. I can accomplish two of the three at the extreme neglect of the third. So with Cheerios needing to be swept up and towels to fold, I just don't feel too bad. JBB wrapped his arms around Baby as she sat in her high chair and just held her. She looked at me and smiled. Then he kissed the top of her head and she patted him. Too good to be true? Almost, only if the house was spotless and the laundry was all done.