And I'm kinda sick of getting emails about how we should/shouldn't be in Iraq, or how we should/shouldn't vote this way or that, about how we should/shouldn't be concerned with the economy.
Hear this people.
I. Am. Over. It.
I know what I know. I made up my mind a long time ago about who I was voting for. I'm not going to go into it, because, well, uhh, see above.
The thing is, the closer it gets to election, the nastier the politics get. And I *almost* want to pencil in my own name because, well, why not?
The thing is, I know I should be concerned about that little tiff over in (insert foreign country) I know that.
And I know I should be freaking out over that whole Stock Market/bailout thing.
And yet....
I wake up each morning and cover my babies in kisses, and I worry about what's going to be in their tummies today. I worry about spending enough quality time with them. Sure, we're together all day every day, but is it making a difference? Did I read to them today? Did I tell them I loved them? Did I wash their faces, and tell them how special they are? Did I remember to brush everyone's teeth and when was the last time I changed a diaper? Are they growing enough? Are they growing too much? Should I take his pacifier away? Does she need new shoes? Was that a cough? Are they eating enough fruit?
Compared to that, I don't really care about what happens in Washington. I know I should, but I kinda don't. Because I'm more worried about what is going on inside those four little heads. I'm more worried about preparing them to enter the big world of Kindergarten and teaching them that WHO THEY ARE is more important than WHAT PEOPLE THINK.
I guess it all comes down to priorities, and mine are right where I want 'em.
