Embracing NOT Wonder Woman

I admit that I can be a perfectionist. And an idealist.
I love handmade gifts. Making them. Giving them.
I love baking goodies from scratch.
To me, it makes everything more special. Like I'm giving a little bit of myself when I give gifts that take extra time and ingredients.
​But ...
​I am not Wonder Woman.

There. I admitted it. I've said it before, but sometimes I think I believe it anyway. I think I can do everything, even though my time is limited.
​But I can't.
I'm working four jobs, raising two children, and trying to be a wife, Bible class teacher, and so many other things too.
So, lately, I'm learning to embrace being NOT Wonder Woman. Last week, instead of making a dessert for our teacher luncheon, I bought a cake. And I accepted that some birthday cards were mailed later than I meant for them to be. And I live with the dust bunnies who chase me up and down the hall because I can only clean one or two days a week and they multiply more often than that.
And you know what?
All of that is okay.
The cake was yummy, actually. Moist and lemony but sweet at the same time.
The relative receiving the cards was glad to get them, even if they came a day after his birthday.
And the dust bunnies got swept up over the weekend. Gone for a few more days.
And all the things that were more important happened on time. Bills were paid. Deadlines met. And I even got the kids to school on time.
It's a balance. On the weeks I can bake and make things from scratch, I will. And on the others, store-bought is okay too.
I don't have to be Wonder Woman.
I just need to be me.
​How about you? Do you sometimes try to do too much?