I know that there is a point where a normal, healthy, lived-in family home crosses the line and becomes a pigsty. I just may be at that point...
I know that there is a limit to being kind to yourself because you aren't well and sometimes you just have to give yourself a kick in the pants.
I know that there is a feeling of spring in the air already ... and I don't like it.
I know that the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.
I know that those times when I am nervous about my boys acting up are the times they are wonderfully behaved.
I know that the longer you leave something 'undone' the worse it gets.
I know that my children never cease to amaze me.
I know that the people who are constantly worried about their health and what they eat and don't eat are the sickest and the people who are constantly worried about getting older, look the oldest. Moral of the story, worry makes you sick and old. So try not to and just relax.
Linking up with the lovely Dorothy at Singular Insanity.