Oh goodness...

Now, I know that I am a perfectionist. Lately, Adam has been telling me it is OK to ask for help and that things don't have to be perfect. But why? Well that is not the point of this post. The point is something VERY scary happened to me and I must share. Don't worry it has to do with perfection.

So, in the evenings while I am feeding B, I sometimes look at different blogs, seeing where they are gonna take me. Mostly, they annoy me because they remind me of my inner desire to be crafty, but I just don't have the time to do it. Or the fact that I am such a perfectionist that when it turns out differently I'd be ticked!

But anywho... as I was cruising I saw the coolest thing! A ladies dishwasher! It was filled up so neatly, and cool! The dirty dishes looked so much fun! AND IT WAS ORGANIZED BY COLOR!!! Oh the sippy cups! I told you it was scary. I found myself in awe of an organized dishwasher. Maybe, it was her photographic skills, maybe the fact that Adam doesn't really let me load ours (he crams it all in there). But, regardless I know find myself stocking ours thinking, "How can I make our looks that good."

See it's scary; apparently being a perfectionsist and Type A is genetic too.