I have always imagined being a superwoman style wife and mom, always put together, with a beautifully decorated home, perfectly in shape, mom that does elaborate crafts, etc. Then I look around my home with boxes everywhere in preparation of moving, still in PJs unshowered at 1:00 pm on a Saturday with a to do list a mile long, and I realize I am definitely not meeting any of those superwoman qualities I so admire.
But today, it is okay. Why? Because I know I don't have to do it all alone. I have an amazing husband and a 2-year old little helper that are on my team. I realized that my husband will still love me if I look like this when he gets home (experience has proven this to be true). I know a good portion of the boxes we have packed are thanks to my husband. Mostly, I know that in the good, bad and ugly my teammates will be by my side, lending a hand, making me laugh, believing in me and cheering me on. They don't expect superwoman, they just want me.
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