My friend posted this poem recently on her blog and it is so true. It is something I try to do, but often forget. Along with her I am going to try and remember this when I start stressing about the dishes being clean, recycling/trash taken out, ect...

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow.
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, for babies don't keep.

So tonight I know I have to pack up for the weekend but I am going forget about the house being clean for when we return and sit down and enjoy by children:)