My Perfect Day

I made up my perfect day years ago.
I made it up before I met my husband.
I made it up before I knew what I would go to University for.
I made it up on a whim for something to talk about.
And My Perfect Day still stands today.

My perfect day would start with baby cries. Not a usual model of perfection.
I imagine I will get up, still too tired to really think, and go in to feed my infant child. By the time the baby was fed and back to sleep, it would be time to get the older children up for school.
While the kids are getting up and brushing teeth, getting more spit on the floor and each other than down the drain, I will make oatmeal or cold cereal while yelling at them to hurry up and not wake the baby.
While they are sitting down for breakfast and fighting over who has more milk in their cereal, my husband would be getting ready for work and wondering where he put his keys (which this part is already a truth for My Lovely). He will come in to gulp down some oatmeal and kiss the kids, and then kiss me goodbye and have to get to work. He would be out the door as I give up on the kids finishing their entire breakfast. While they are putting shoes on the wrong feet, I will go in to the baby and pick him/her up so I can walk all the kids to the bus stop in my husbands slippers. (Bus stop nearness depending, of course, but this is a day of perfection remember) The kids will get on the bus while the driver gives my slippers a look, then I will walk back home.
After breakfast is cleaned up, I have a set amount of time. Errands have to be done, and I need to get in a certain amount of writing or crafting. I have goals, people. Even if I don't reach them, every bit of progress is a win for me.
After baby is sleeping and I have done as little house work as I can get away with while remaining tidy, the kids will be headed home. No doubt I will have an alarm set, because if I don't meet them or at least ready for them when they get home, mud pies will be the first order of their agenda.
Kids can come home either in a buddy system, or myself or another Mom friend (In my dreams of the future I am much better at making friends) going to get them.
Once home, shoes come off and the kids get a (healthy?) snack before anything else. Then, they have a chore list to do before they can play. I am not against video games, as long as screen time and other play time are balanced.
I will have another alarm to start dinner for it to be ready (around) the time husband gets home. It was be on a slightly healthier side, but still comforting food. Home cooked meals unless in celebration of something. Limiting take aways as a rule.
When husband gets home he has time to play with the kids a bit before dinner is on the table.
Dinner as a family, at the table.
Then husband gets to help kids with homework, and hold the baby while I have a minute of me-time. (I am aware this will usually just be a shower or a quick self-pedicure.) Then, kids are to bed with a story that isn't about coloring on walls or breaking into bear's houses. While they are asleep, and between bathroom breaks and glasses of water that will demand another bathroom break, husband and I will have time to catch up and be together.
Then off to bed, to wake up early for a crying baby in a few more hours.

That is my perfect day. You will notice it is a specific day. Most days aren't going to be this good, and I am very aware of that. But that is why this is my perfect day. When I have a day like this, I will be truly content that night, knowing I have reached my goal.
I don't want perfect kids or a perfect house. I really don't want to be a perfect Mom. Where is the fun in that? But I want a good, normal, day that I can be happy with.

I told my Mother about this perfect day in my head. She acted like I was weird, but hoped I got it at least once.
I asked her what her Perfect Day would be. If she had an image of one in her head, even just to think about, or if she had already had that perfect that.
She told me that her perfect day would be the day that the last of her kids got married in the Temple. That all of her children were worthy and married in the covenant, and her work would be done. Because it would mean she had done her job and raised her children to be righteous and good. And that meant we would all be married - and therefore off her plate.
My Daddy is waiting for the day all of his children write him a check each month, and he doesn't have to work anymore. (Inside joke. At least, I think it is a joke.)

What is your Perfect Day? Is it simple or grand? Is it an event or goal reached, or just a happy day that works out among all the others? Let me know below. I will read them, I promise.

Smile Always.