this morning, i have had an epiphany. i might be losing my grip on priorities.
yes, i have a lot going on, moving back into a renovated house, running my photography business, renting out our place in florida, driving kids to three schools.... everyone who has talked to me in the past year knows my life (probably heard me talk about it a little more than necessary)....but i love it!
back to my point, why do the kids always take priority? i'm not talking general healthcare, cutting fingernails, doing homework, reading stories, brushing teeth and hair. we know we need to take are of them and teach them how to care for themselves, plus we like to touch them and kiss them and every opportunity to snuggle i'm in. but really, whitney? why do their rooms look immaculate and unpacked and downright cozy? why is your bedroom so sterile and unfurnished that you could perform surgery in there?
case in point: bookcases, observe the picture below and tell me which is my bookcase (in the hallway for all visitors to see no less) and which is CJ's bookcase (age 4, CANNOT EVEN READ YET)