I’ll never forget the day several years ago when a friend walked in and commented on a pile of clean laundry lying on our family room floor. “Your laundry is on the family room floor!” she exclaimed with an odd sense of excitement. “Yeah… this is where we fold our laundry. This load finished a while ago, but I haven’t had time to fold it yet,” I replied. She continued by telling me how relieved it made her feel to know that someone else wasn’t living in a magazine-worthy home and that my relaxed attitude about said pile helped her eradicate thoughts that she is failing or can’t have people over because her home isn’t a picture of perfection. There also was the time that a family friend heard we were hosting a large dinner event at our home shortly after moving into our current neighborhood (our seven kids ranged from one to eleven years old at the time). She seemed shocked we would do such a thing, since we hadn’t had time to decorate or get fully settled, but honestly, it never ...