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Hello!

Welcome to my blog, Living for the Dayse!  As a wife, mother and business woman, I sometimes feel like life is a bit of a whirlwind.  But with the ups and downs of life, it is Family that lies at the heart of who we are.  Here, I will share some of the good, the bad and all the in-between, while embracing my inner strengths on this journey through life.

Meet the Dayse

Meet the Dayse

If I had to describe myself in one word it would be PERFECTIONIST.  I would say this is one of my best and worst qualities.  In law school being a perfectionist is not a bad quality to have.  I studied hard, always expected more of myself and did pretty well. Although, I am still bummed that my overall average left me .02 points shy of graduating with honors.  The perfectionist in me will not let me forget.  

Ironically, on the day that I met my husband I was the opposite of perfect.  I was a complete wreck, almost electing to not have my agonizing wisdom teeth removed because of the possibility of loosing a little feeling in my bottom lip.  I met my husband in the hospital about an hour before he did surgery to remove my wisdom teeth.  I mean some would argue this is a perfect way to meet your husband. (One of those people being myself.)  Others would argue that there our some ethical issues here.  But, seeing as though we were both professional students at Howard University (Doctor meets Lawyer), we were both fully aware of all the ethical stuff and it really just cancels out.  Right?  Well, this is what I am still telling myself.  So the perfect meeting evolved into the perfect relationship that led to the perfect proposal and even more perfect wedding day.  Everything was perfect according to my standards and as a perfectionist those standards are pretty high.  

So my fairytale marriage, as I always pictured it, was going just as planned.  Then in the blink of an eye everything was not so perfect.  And why? KIDS!  Less than a year into being married I found out I was pregnant.  This may have been prefect for some, but for me it was not.  I was supposed to be married for two years before I was pregnant not one year.  At this point, a small part of me began to realize that being a PERFECTIONIST in motherhood would only drive me CRAZY.  My oldest son Alex was three when I met him.  Looking back he was a pretty perfect kid.  He slept in his own bed, had an amazing smile and always knew the right things to say.  I thought I had this whole mother thing under control with one kid.  But everything was different with two.  

Being a perfectionist is no longer helpful on a day to day.  Everyday I have to learn to let something else go.  All the toys don't have to be in the same place everyday.  All the clothes don't have to be perfectly folded in the drawer that my toddler Gabriel is going to tear through before I can close it.  And every button on Gabe’s onesie doesn't have to be clasped as long as the onesie will stay over his toosh.  In fact, I am learning everyday that there is perfection in the non-perfection.  It is very sweet to wake up in the morning and find two pairs of extra toes cuddling up with you in the bed, even if this means you did not get a complete night of sleep.  It is very exciting to watch your son win the first place trophy for the Scout's Pinewood Derby, even if it means you can no longer take yoga classes because it conflicts with his Boy Scout meetings.  Yes, there is little room for perfection in motherhood—but I wouldn't trade any of it for PERFECTION.

Signing Off, 

Mrs. Dayse

P.S. Click here to read more about the Dayse Meeting/Proposal in the Washington Post. 

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A Dapper and Dainty Affair: Our First Annual Dayse Family Easter Egg Roll

A Dapper and Dainty Affair: Our First Annual Dayse Family Easter Egg Roll