That I must be crazy. And very blessed all at the same time.
That if I want to get all kids reasonably dressed, cleaned, and fed AND throw in a load of laundry and unload the dishwasher, I'd better not expect to get myself reasonably dressed, cleaned, and fed before 10am.
That I just can't do everything at once, and somebody (or something) is just going to have to wait.
As long as the clutter is mostly picked up, I can overlook my (massively) dirty floors.
That I am so in love with C.M. and so is everyone else.