Perfectly Imperfect

I’m perfectly imperfect,
And by that I mean to say,
I’ve got a lovely golden star,
For my awesome, faulty day.

I gave myself a dozen points,
And a silver crescent moon.
For eating all my breakfast,
And cleaning up my room.

My dishes aren’t clean today,
But I don’t feel so bad.
My laundry’s in the washer,
So I guess I’m pretty rad.

I even called the doctor,
Which I was scared to do.
So I’m pretty sure I earned an Oscar,
And a quart of ice-cream too.

I didn’t finish everything,
All my millions of to-dos.
But I smiled at my dog today,
And didn’t blow my fuse.

I’m perfectly imperfect,
That’s all that I can be.
A dented, shining version,
Of a polished, messy me.

How it feels to be pregnant! 😊 Surprise!