I keep telling myself to just let.it.go... and I'm slowly getting better with it. It's so much easier to give the advise to all my mommy friends, but it's hard pill to swallow.
Tonight, my living room looked like this (I made the mistake of trying to organize P's new toy box with her in the room with me, and yes, that is a nekky baby you see).
Instead of losing it and getting frustrated with the mess, the fact that Lane wasn't coming home until late, and a clingy baby girl, all I could think about was "this is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it." I need to start looking at the chaos and the whining baby who only wants me to hold her as a blessing, not a burden. God gave me this day and this life to rejoice in. So, in the midst of this huge mess/incomplete project, I sat on the floor with Payton in my lap and her Little Drummer Boy book, and we sang our hearts out (she's especially good at the pa-rum pum pum pum part).