Whatever works
I am a perfectionist, at least I used to be. These days I live more by the whatever works-philosophy. I started working part time a couple of months ago, after having been home with my kids for about three years. By then Naomi was three and the little tyrants were almost two. They settled well into daycare and I got that welcome relief of a few hours every day in adult company. Work feels like a break, honestly!
Today we are having pancakes with berries for dinner because that's something they'll all eat. Whatever works, right! (No, they sure won't look as fancy as the ones in the picture here..!)