If I don’t make the bed right away in the morning, Kylie beats me to the punch and makes herself cozy after eating her breakfast.
And you know what I like about my wiser, older self? So what. So what if the bed does not get made for a couple of hours. I just make half of the bed and let her linger as long as she wants. This is what matters–her happiness.
No one is going to care if my bed is made or not. But I care that Kylie is happy and content. This is just how it is and I like it. Such a relief it is to let go of so much perfectionism I had as my younger, not so wise self.