And you can't stand it!
However I just found out her secrets! There are two I'll list here.
See, my neighborhood Mrs. P- is really likable and I've always looked up to her. (And I love her shoes! I wish I could still wear cute high heels!)
But she told me somthing that made it so I would never look at her the same ever again. She told me about this one day where one of her boys pooped his pants and she was running late for something because she had to rinse out his pants in the toilet.
Imagining her doing that, a task I've had to do myself *shudder*, made me look at her totally differently. She isn't Mrs. P-, she's normal!
But wait, you say. That can't be one of her secrets to perfection! Well duh. The thing is, she isn't perfect at all, any more than you or I are. You just think she is. Your perception has created someone you can't live up to. So imagine her up to her elbows in toilet water. It'll help.
Her other little trick, if I might call it that, is one I also recommend for some (even though I'm not a doctor and only your doctor should recommend blah blah blah) Prozac.
That's right, good ol' anti-depressants. Do you know what that means? That means Mrs. P- needs help being the woman you see. There's no shame in that. If you can't cope, talk to your doctor. Know that Mrs. P- couldn't cope either.
So go ahead and look up to her, but just realise that she's really not any more perfect than anyone else. And if you wished you looked as pretty, do what I do, wear a *crown. You'll still end up having to clean poopy messes, but at least you'll look good while you're doing it.
*By crown I mean a sparkly head band that I wore when I got married. Why shouldn't I look like the princess I am? Or as my husband says "a genius and a godess." Thanks honey!
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