wall grime

I have to make this quick cause i'm 'sposed to be watching the State of the Union with Kyle and I won't ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle.

Tonight I was stressing.

Don't know why really. I was making my girls' beds with their clean sheets (LOVE clean sheets BTW), and I was looking at all the grime on their walls and all their toys. They share a room, and it's really not all that big. So even though it's pretty well organized it feels cluttered. I was getting all bent out of shape about it in my mind. I was thinking,

"We've only lived here two years and there is already grime on the walls!".

I like things to have a place, and I hate clutter. And I don't use the word hate lightly, people.
Anyway...back to my thoughts:

I was getting all stressed out.

Then, THEN! a tender mercy came to me. The thought came to my mind that my girls will only be this little for a short time. They will grow fast, and it's only wall grime for-crying-out-loud. Who the heck cares if your walls are dirty and things aren't exactly in their place. Love your children and forget about all that.

And I did.

And now I love the wall grime.