I feel fine.

You know those weeks when you are so busy that the only time you have to feel guilty about how little attention you are paying to your family is in the wee hours of the night?

Well, this was one of those weeks.  

I think I passed my husband in the garage a couple of times as he was pulling in and I was pulling out.

We may have brushed arms in the hall carrying sleeping babies to their correct beds.  Or maybe I just dreamed that.

Anyway, my point is that this week wasn’t a mother-of-the-year week.  I didn’t cook a single thing.  The family devotional did not happen.  And horror of horrors, neither did the laundry.

But I did let both of my children lie in bed with me last night and watch the greatest movie of all time, Holiday Inn.  Bode was happily snoring on my shoulder before Fred Astaire’s first song was over.  Then I allowed myself the luxury of listening to both of my babies make their sweet little sleep sounds. 

And then I felt a peace wash over me.  

And guess what? 

No guilt.

That’s right, I don’t feel guilty that I had a busy week and barely saw my kids, yet alone my husband.  It’s just a week.  I haven’t failed them.  They will not resent me for the rest of their lives (at least not for this), they are just fine being shuffled around from friend to friend and tomorrow is a new day.

It’s hasn’t been an ideal week (Is there really such a thing?).  But I’ve let it go, and I feel fine.