Not quite perfect

I'm relishing imperfection today. Or rather, I am having a lot of it so I may as well enjoy it.

My pump site failed after dinner and I didn't realize it before I went swimming, hence the late bedtime for me tonight. New site, extra insulin shot, blood sugar crashing down, more jellybeans, go to bed with fingers crossed and sensor on.

After swimming but before site change, I took out the little felted animals, plants, and gnomes I am making for an advent calendar winter scene. As I am also coordinating the measuring of a giant diabetes ribbon and helping with a large human rights event that involves 60 children and working and helping at the preschool and trying to write some articles and ... I should be felting gnomes, right?

My gnomes are pretty feeble, but you know, I don't care. I think that this attitude is starting to catch up to me in some areas of my life, but in general I do a fairly decent job at most things.

I think that parenting and having diabetes have taught me the value of good enough. For years I did not feel good enough for anything, even though I excelled at most things I did. Now I excel at few things I do, but I feel a lot better about them. Other people will forgive me. I'll forgive myself. I'm glad. Even if my gnomes are pretty lousy.