Today a friend posted on Facebook the joys of living the giant merry-go-round life with 4 children. . . . picking up the kitchen floor, living room floor, toy room floor, bathroom floor, then doing it all over again and again. Tonight, as I washed dishes with a cold spaghetti noodle between my toes, I wondered what is that healthy balance that allows me to keep the house clean, spend time with my kids and most-wonderful husband, and have some time to myself? Is wanting to SHOWER so bad? It's some magical combination that completely eludes me. I remember watching Oprah before I had children, thinking those women who had to have a clean house before they could take the kids to the park were crazy! Get out with the kids already, who cares if the house is a mess?!! I went so far as to discuss with Shaun the fact that I wanted our whole house to be a "playroom" for the kids--nothing off-limits, everything fun. I even had the whole science room figured out, complete with little terrariums for bugs and creatures. Fast-forward: HELLO--was I missing a part of my brain? I didn't have a CLUE. I CARE if the house is a mess, because now I have 3 toddlets who perpetually tear it up quicker than I can register the holy mess in my brain to stop them. *And there is NO WAY I'll ever have little boxes filled with dirt and bugs in my house.* Bear in mind the tsunami doesn't end at my bedroom door either. Oh no. It just breaks the door down and rushes right on in. The kids have been known to run around with my "wooba pads" (translation: bras) on their heads to play "bugs" while Boo's most favorite activity is to empty out all of my dresser drawers. Is nothing sacred? Now I realize that order is a NECESSITY to my sanity, but at the same time there is no way I can constantly maintain it without giving up other important things in a day. Who wants to miss out snuggling, imagining, loving, and laughing with their sweet little ones while they are little? And who doesn't need a Jillian Michaels torture session to get that energy up to deal with it all, as well as spiritual upliftment so you don't spank the heck out of those aforementioned "sweet little ones?" I want it all--the clean house, fun times with the kids and dates with the man, sveldt body, spiritual growth, fridge stocked with food, callings magnified, clean car, notes to grandma. . . .you get the picture. But is it important to have it all? Is it REALISTIC to have it all? All you seasoned and wise women, is there a secret to this perfect balance? (Bear in mind I am NOT a 5 a.m. girl, nor am I THIS.) Now, while you ponder my dilemma I am off to vacuum the shredded cheese in the carpet. Then, maybe I'll shower unless I'm too tired. Who cares anyways, S-man is out of town. I'll be back soon looking for good advice!