Some days.

Some days everything just goes wrong. I brought home the wrong starter for my yogurt and didn’t realize it until my milk was at 175 degrees. I overcooked the grass-fed beef. I was late with lunch which made my husband grumpy. We agreed to go on a sailing day trip with friends before realizing it’s not in the budget.

I mentally stomp my feet and wring my hands and then I let it go. Tomorrow is another day. No mother is perfect all the time. I have a roof over my head and my family by my side and tomorrow I can start all over again. Even the most seasoned homemaker spills and misplaces sometimes.