I would describe it as having a child and believing that
when that child is born that it is perfect and beautiful and can do no wrong,
which of course every mother thinks about their children and this house is kind
of like my child at this point.
So, I have this perfect child and then I've gone to my most honest friend, who of course always tells me the truth no matter what, and asked that friend to tell me what they think about my child and, of course, instead of lying and saying my child is beautiful like everyone else has said, this friend proceeds to point out every flaw that my child has and then hands me a big ole’ bill for their words of wisdom.
So, I have this perfect child and then I've gone to my most honest friend, who of course always tells me the truth no matter what, and asked that friend to tell me what they think about my child and, of course, instead of lying and saying my child is beautiful like everyone else has said, this friend proceeds to point out every flaw that my child has and then hands me a big ole’ bill for their words of wisdom.
Sigh, if only child bearing could be easier.