On breaking up with perfection. (And choosing to be a dinosaur instead.)

When my husband comes home from work, I brace myself for the question that will inevitably come out of his mouth. “What did you guys do today?” This question is my nemesis. Not the way my husband asks – and certainly not how he intends it – but the way I interpret it. We live in a Pinterest time of DIY sensory bins and handprint turkey crafts and weekly cleaning charts and crockpot meals. We live in a Facebook time where people only post the 1 out of 47 pictures taken where everyone is smiling and where the activities they planned actually went according to plan. We live in an Instagram time where filters hide…