Please tell me I'm not the only one who wakes up on a Monday morning hoping for the perfect week. Soon it feels like I'm playing a game of "How long until this thing unravels?" The past few weeks have been anything but perfect or normal with jury duty, pink eye, and calorie counting added to the mix. But out of the blue, just when computer woes, a messy house, a mile-long to-do list, and a chocolate craving were getting the best of me, our beautiful gift of a son (6yo, adopted) said, "Mom, you're a good mom." Maybe it's time to enjoy life unscripted.