My SD Moms Here’s a news flash for you: Moms are stressed. Between the hunt for work/life balance and our kid’s other sneaker, finding time to smell the roses just ain’t happening. More and more we’re told it’s our own fault, our own insatiable taste for 
the perfect life that is making our blood pressure skyrocket.
Fueled by Pinterest photos of elegant made-in-your-living-room shelving for the baby nursery and every fearmongering study in the media, we have turned ourselves into organic baby food-making, driftwood-headboard-building, GOOPy Gwyneth Paltrow wanna-bes on the relentless hunt for the chimera known as perfection.
And scolding fingers wagging near our noses are warning us that we need to take a page out of Susan Powter’s book and stop the insanity — ourselves.
After all, as Karol Markowicz said in the New York Post this week, we are looking in the wrong places as “real perfection happens when you aren’t looking.”
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