I always feel pangs of jealousy and panic as I scroll through the Instagram feeds of other families.
“What a perfect day we had with the kids at the park!”
“What an amazingly awesome week we had as a family at the beach!”
“I can’t believe how perfect of a weekend we had with all our friends and our kids!”
I struggle to say that I have “perfect vacations” let alone “perfect weekends” or “perfect days.” Why and how do all these families seem to accomplish such frequent perfection? What am I missing? What am I doing wrong? Why am I missing out on their joy?