Somedays I can take care of the kids and the house. Other days, it's one or the other. And once in a while, it's neither. I feel like lately I have lost my perspective and while Audrey was sleeping and Ezra was watching The Flinestones (about the only way I get sometime to myself) I layed down in the playroom. I am thankful to be able to stay home with our kids, but even so, I find it difficult to get all the things done that need doing. So I was trying to figure out what was most important to do today, and I felt like first I needed to take care of myself. I went to the kitchen, made a snack, and sat down. The Ensign came yesterday, and I read this: "When I am feeling overwhelmed with the meals to be cooked and clothes to be washed, I take comfort in knowing that when we do for others what they cannot do for themselves, we become more Christlike. Young children need a great deal of temporal care. When we recognize that nurturing our children is a spiritual endeavor, finding joy in our everyday labors becomes easier." I had a pretty good cry after I read that. It wasn't just the words, but the feeling while I read them. You know what I mean.