Evolution

I was in my reading room this morning (aka "the water closet") and I had a revelation. Somewhere along the way, my husband stopped putting the toilet paper on the roll the "right" way, and so have I.

It's so funny, really. When we got married, we were both adamant that the paper go over the top, not under. We were both very meticulous about putting the paper on the roll in the agreed about manner. We thought it was one of those things that made us so alike, so connected, so in sync.

Now it doesn't matter. So many things are so much more important that the Toilet Paper Accords of 1996 are but a distant memory.

I used to be utterly anal about ironing things. Not one of my family members ever left the house in a wrinkled garment. I thought it reflected badly on me as the caretaker and fabric wrinkle eradicator of this family. I actually thought people would think badly of me if my husband and children appeared in public wearing clothes with (gasp!) wrinkles. Now I'm just lucky if their clothes match, or their hair is brushed, or they're wearing matching shoes.

Life is busy, and I've learned to concentrate on the truly important things.

So today, if you see me at church picking the kids up from VBS with Lillian wearing her ultra-wrinkled sundress, don't judge. I spent those 10 minutes with Lillian instead of ironing her dress.
And that's okay.