The End of the World As We Know It

Or something equally dramatic. All this to say, thing have got to change around here.

It's funny how much the little things get in the way of the big things, if we let them. We're muddling along, trying our best to do what we think is important, but when we look back, are we satisfied by it? Does anyone else care if you did all the dishes or washed all the laundry or picked up the living room or swept the kitchen floor? There's an endless litany of things that should be done, would be done, could be done if you had more time or energy or *insert whatever adjective goes here.

Really, the laundry waits, but the crying baby doesn't. The living room waits, but the kindergartner's homework doesn't. The dishes wait, but reading with the preschooler doesn't. There's hundreds of things that are optional, but the handful of necessary ones need to be more important.

I don't know what those things are for you, but I do for me, and I'm going to do more to make the bigger things the ones that happen more frequently. And I'm going to give up the guilt when the little things wait for an hour or a day or a week.