Our new neighbor came over this evening bearing gifts - freshly made fudge. I can't even remember the last time I made fudge, not counting the time I forgot to put milk in the frosting recipe. This is the neighbor with the perfect house, perfect yard, perfect cars, perfect job.... you get the picture. Theirs is the house that I visit and come home feeling I need to stay up all night cleaning and decluttering, but then I look around my house and and am frozen in my tracks at the overwhelming amount of work to be done to achieve that level of perfection. So I live with imperfection.
And you know what he said? That they feel they need to keep up with the Joneses when they look over at our house. What???? (No, he hasn't seen inside my house.) I told him there was nothing to envy here. Forget the Joneses, I just want to keep up with the laundry. And I'll do that right after I finish off the fudge!