Perfect personpublished: 2009-03-15
Sunday evening – this was an intense weekend. I am resisting the urge to list everything I did. Because why on earth do I even have this urge to describe how I went from a pancake boat in the east of Holland to a university reunion, visited not only my parents but my inlaws, played soccer, did all the other stuff everyone else needs to do (hey – no big deal) such as laundry and cooking a decent meal and potty training your child, calling a friend, seeing a sister, supporting a neighbour, paying some bills, washing hair? Here's why I feel that urge: there are always people who I've failed to give the attention they deserve. And somehow I hope that if they read this they'll forgive me for not being the perfect person every woman is expected to be. I think I failed that exam. Oh well.