Perspective

It's Sunday evening and I feel like my weekend has flown by.

Not in a bad way or anything.

Yes, it was busy, but we spent the whole time together.  Since Kevin was gone last week, that meant a lot.

But I'm learning it's all about keeping things in perspective.

Is my house nice and tidy?  Nope, not a bit.

Did we have fun outside cheering the boys in their soccer games yesterday in the gorgeous fall weather?  Absolutely.

Do I feel guilty about eating greek food from the Greek festival two nights in a row & spending just as much on desserts as we did on food?  Nope.  (Quite tasty & so worth it!)

 Does my laundry room stink every day now with all the sweaty running clothes from Kevin & I, plus all the boys soccer stuff??
What do you think Flopsy?

(Maybe we shouldn't ask her.  She has a "thing" for the stinkiest, sweatiest clothes & pretty much thinks it's a gold mine in there)
Perspective, mind you.