It doesn't really matter.

Today was a typical day in my life.....I ran.
I ran Annaliese to the bus at 7:20....missing it, pulling up behind it....(kiss my girl "Now Run!")
I ran home.....changed the babe.
I ran to the neighbor and stole an apple for Emma's school projects.
I attempted to run Emma to school to get 3 miles away and be reminded she forgot her hat for Homecoming week, it is in fact hat day.....turned around, got the hat, a second cup of coffee and made it to school......
to the post office.....and the store...return the steam cleaner......etc. .....did i mention I'm not done yet.

When I got home I started to actually feel bad about not having house that looks like a page out of the frikin' Beter Homes and Garden.  The check list pops in my head and I feel the stress of it.......laundry, dishes, canning to do, and yard work.

Know what?  It doesn't really matter....

All the time I  put all this stress on myself and It doesn't really matter.  In the end what matters is my kids are feed, bathed, happy,  healthy, and loved....period.  What matters is when they look back they  remember about the fun we had, the things we did.....the little things.  Like reading Dr. Suess books in the sun.

Making silly faces at the Fair......

They won't remember if the house was spotless....or the laundry put away.  Clean  floors and a load of laundry behind is good enough for me.  I will make sure they are clean, feed, and  loved....period.  And the rest really doesn't matter.....