So much didn't get done

I thought, as I stood in my absolutely filthy kitchen, wearily watching Tim microwave frozen burritos for the kids and himself for dinner, about how much I didn't get done today.

Everything's dirty, scattered, out of place. The house looks like several tornadoes hit in rapid succession.

And we were just sitting down to a dinner of burritos, ice cream, and graham crackers.

I had to remind myself that holding a feverish baby all day WAS the most important, most valuable thing I could have done.

So the day was a success.