8x this shows that I am not a perfectionist

Maybe it's because I'm a mother of twins (which means you never have time), but maybe it's just because of myself.

I don't consider myself a perfectionist and I actually think that's fine. I can't lose sleep over unposted lists that were meant for the birth of my sons who are now seven months old. I can't worry about being five minutes late somewhere and then forgetting a pacifier. I also can't get worked up over a bit of clothing on the bedroom floor, four dirty coffee cups in the sink, or some dirty bibs on the table. Life is just lived nicely and, as far as I'm concerned, a reasonable dose of chaos comes with it. Chaos keeps you sharp, doesn't it? And if it doesn't, then chaos at least ensures that it's never boring.

Even more clear signals that I am NOT a perfectionist:

1. Sometimes my kids get cold milk and before every mother gets furious: only when we're on the go and the milk has cooled down a bit. That fussing in tents and asking if they want it warmed up only to get back boiling hot milk that then needs to cool down for half an hour... With two screaming kids in the stroller? No, thank you. Then it's just practical and quick. Because once again, two screaming babies... You want to get them sweet as soon as possible.

2. Sometimes I ignore the spit on the sleeve of one of my children. Or the spit on my sweater. It will dry up on its own.

3. Sometimes I ignore the laundry basket for about three days. To be honest, I secretly regret that after three days because then I'm busy in the laundry room for a year and my kids are wearing silly clothes to daycare.

4. Sometimes I do things first before I think. Just boldly emailing, asking something, suggesting something, even if it might not be such a great plan. We'll see about that later.

5. Sometimes I find just good good enough. It doesn't all have to be perfect in detail for me and go exactly as it should. How should it actually be? I fold my children's clothes the way I want and I match the pants with the tops the way I want. There is no perfect way to mother. And order and routine are boring.

6. I can't save, no matter how much I would like to. I have little self-control when it comes to nail-biting and whatever I have to do, I definitely do it last-minute. Just like typing this piece, to name something.

7. I don't stress easily. It will all be fine, one way or another. Maybe not the fastest or easiest way, but it will be.

8. Sometimes late, sometimes with wet hair, sometimes with uncombed hair, sometimes too early, sometimes too fast, too slow, too sensitive, too emotional, too negative, too positive, too happy, too tired. You know how it is: it's often not exactly perfect. But that's fine. That's life.

Look, my love might be a bit less happy with the clothes on the bathroom floor and the forgotten pacifier. But oh well, what does it matter that not everything is exactly right or is as you think it should be. You are who you are and everyone has their little quirks. I don't even want to be perfectionistic, it seems exhausting. That you don't dare to leave work until you've checked everything 91 times. Or that you can't sleep until your whole kitchen shines. No, I sleep wonderfully with those dirty coffee cups in the sink.

But I will really hang those lists in the children's room this weekend. Promise.