Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Is Done Really Better Than Perfect?

Here's an opportunity for you to weigh in on something. At the end of my last post, I said that my new motto for blogging and some other things is "Done is better than perfect", meaning that if I wait and wait until I really have time to blog, it will never happen, and so it's better just to get it done and do a less quality job than not at all.

Is it? What do you think? Because in my mind, I want to blog some really great things. Not just slap pictures from the past week and make ridiculous commentary on them, making it up as I go, but really think about the things we've done and learned and present it all in a way that's thoughtful and fun to read.

But I don't feel like I have time for that, especially with my new year's resolution to blog every week. It's one of the goals I'm doing best at, and I think that's because I know people are going to notice if I don't actually keep it.

So I blog weekly, but don't feel good about quality of what I'm blogging. IDK. What do you think?

Anyway, that's my almost-deep thought for the week. Back to this week's episode of "Don't Be Like Us"--

We had a day last week that was in the upper 70s/low 80s. It was glorious. I felt like an inmate temporarily released from the prison known as "Winter". We had a park play date, and the minute June stepped off the bus that afternoon, I threw her backpack into our van so that we didn't even have to go inside the house, and I forced everyone on a walk.

The girls do/don't like to go on walks. It takes some convincing for June to go because she's tired after school. Gwen, my little Mowgli, would sleep outside if I let her. So off we went. It's our tradition to stop at every mailbox and name the numbers. Gwen can name them individually ("There's a three and an eight!") and June can put them together, mostly. ("That's thirty-eight! And there's forty-zero!" That's the 'mostly' I was referring to earlier.)

The problem with walking is that everyone realizes they want to be done when we haven't turned around yet. So we finally turned around and everyone bellyached the whole way home. We were gone for 90 minutes, and everyone was toast by the time we actually stepped inside our home. But no one fought me on bed that night.

Dan and I attended an adults-only dance at our church that had an 80s theme. The 80s are my jam, (or jelly? like the sandal? terrible joke.) and I found a great dress on Ebay for $7! 

Seriously, every picture I took for the night looks like this. I'm obviously extremely excited to go as you can tell from my eyeballs popping out of my face!

Dan was a sport and agreed to go as my favorite TV personality from the 80s. This next picture should give it all away.

Blast, that's a terrible clue! So blurry. Okay, he's Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties. I love APK! Dan complained that no one would get the joke, but someone did and it was all worth it for that.

I loved this awesome backdrop they made for us to take pictures in front of. I cannot dance at all, but I still danced my little heart out. I even recall possibly flapping my wings like a chicken at one point? Yeesh. Dan doesn't like to fast dance very much, but he did bring back his signature move from high school--handstand into The Worm--and it prompted other men to relive their glory days of doing The Worm, and it was an awesome sight. 

After we danced for awhile--like 15 minutes--we were SO tired and couldn't believe that we had ever danced for hours at a time as youth. Which is why we left and went to Last Licks for some ice cream.

It's Spirit Week at June's school, and so far we have participated in Hat Day . . .

and Wacky Sock Day.

And Gwen doesn't have Spirit Days, but certainly insists on dressing herself for whatever Spirit Day her mind is celebrating. This week, there was Pink Day.

Before I took these photos, she was actually wearing pink shoes and a pink coat as well.

I would love to tell her what to wear but I value my time too much for that argument.

Prayers. Awhile back, we taught June how to pray. We helped her come up with things she was thankful for and things she wanted to ask for, and then set her loose to pray on her own. But, she just says the same things over and over, to the point where she has a memorized short prayer and a memorized long prayer, and she has to recite both of them before any of us are allowed to eat anything, and she says them as fast as she can and in a single breath. No one can understand anything she is saying. So we have been working on saying things that are in her heart right at that moment--not memorized phrases. This has brought about some interesting prayers, such as

A. "Please bless that Mom and Dad will love each other more" right after she witnessed a very mild disagreement between Dan and me.
B. "Please bless that Harris won't go into the bathroom." This has become a regular phrase now because Harris is at that disturbing age where the toilet is fascinating, and I'm always retrieving him from the bathroom and closing the door so he can't go back in.
C. "Please bless our puppies that they will be happy." There are no puppies. We have no puppies!

Gwen has also been saying prayers from her heart, but they consist of the same phrase over and over again. For example, right before we work on her preschool workbook, she prays, "Thank thee for this workbook. And for this workbook. And also for the workbook. Please help us work on the workbook. We love the workbook. Amen."

I was holding June on my lap during one of Gwen's prayers, and I kissed her on top of her head. So June turned and kissed me on top of my head. And then held my ear to her mouth and whispered, "butterfly cake butterfly cake butterfly cake butterfly cake" for the duration of the prayer.

So I guess you could say that the prayer lesson is going well at our house.

Also this week, Gwen stuck her tongue out at June's bus driver, and June and I had a major kerfuffle concerning whether Ron is a boy's name or a name only old ladies can have. I'll let you guess which side I was on.

And finally . . . more goals that will be more of a nuisance than an aspiration!

I am dedicating March to decluttering/Spring Cleaning. I have written out all of the places that need help. Even if I only declutter five of these areas in the whole month of March, it will be a huge improvement. Who's with me?!?!?

The End.


  1. Oh Heather I was just dying laughing over Gwens prayer about the workbook and the whispering in your ear "butterfly cake" . . Hilarious .I don't always comment, but I sure enjoy reading your blog. I'm surprised you and Heidi aren't big time celebrity bloggers by now ;) lol you're both so fun to read.

  2. I also was laughing all through this post!! The prayers killed me!!! Done is better than perfect. I just want to see pics and laugh.

  3. Oh. And you ROCK that 80s dress!

  4. I'm so glad you asked because I love giving my opinion. I think you are asking the wrong question here. I think the question is "Is perfect even possible?" My guess is that it is not so you should just let it go. Also, I thought that this post was perfect. Good memories and good laughs.

  5. hahahahahaha. the whole prayer segment slayed me! and if it makes you feel better -- grace, the THIRTEEN year old, still uses a few key stock phrases that I'm pretty sure are just a habit at this point. as for the "done is better than perfect," I totally get where you're coming from -- I've made a similar new year's resolution to blog MWF and a lot of times I get to those days and I'm just like there's nothing to even blog about, do I just slap something up there anyway?? but I think that there's a time and a season for everything and honestly, anything is better than nothing. I know my kids love reading back over the blog and I'm sure yours will too as they get older. and selfishly, I love reading your posts because I'm guaranteed to laugh out loud at least a few times every time there's something new. ;)

  6. Does short term done lead to a long term perfect?
    Did anyone make the butterfly cake prayer come true? What a faith promoting experience that would be! My Aldi had butterfly shaped cake pans for sale