No I didn't get a new white tablecloth.

I don't remember the last time I dusted.  I sat down yesterday and tried to really think about it but the date wouldn't come to me.  This is when you know you have a problem.  I have four of them.  Four wild monkeys spilling things, knocking things off of shelves, dirtying diapers, sneezing, coughing, slobbering, crying, constantly eating and drinking, fighting, and generally making my head want to explode.  The only reason I haven't put them in a box and shipped them to their grandmother is because just as I am about to throw in the towel and give myself a, much needed, vacation to the loony bin they do something really sweet.  They say, "Mom, your the best mommy in the whole world." ,or go outside and bring me a bunch of dandelions and tell me that they smell sweet like me.  It's the moments like these that help me remember why I signed up for this craziness and I remember to roll with the punches and that I can do this.  Sometimes it's ok to let the house fall apart and read books instead, sometimes it's ok to eat brownies for breakfast and ice cream for dinner, and sometimes not everything is not going to go right but it's ok so just go with it.  In the immortal words of the beatles sometimes we just have to "let it be."