I No Longer Care

I no longer care that my shoes don't have brand cache. They look decent. They're very comfortable. And that's all that matters.

I no longer care that I haven't had time to rearrange the Fiesta display in months.

I no longer care that the cars haven't been washed in weeks. One of them is gold so it hides dirt very well.

I no longer care what people think about my wearing my pajamas to the mailbox...or even the grocery store, for that matter.

I no longer care that Lucas hasn't had a hair cut in two months. He can wear it as long and messy as he wants. After all, it's not my hair!

I no longer care that the living room carpet is hopelessly stained.

I no longer care Kyle's shirt and pants don't match...or they match too well.

I no longer care that the top of the picture frames haven't been dusted in 7 years.

I no longer care who gets the last Pop Tart.

I no longer care that the pool pump makes weird noises. That's Quinton's responsibiltiy!

I no longer care that my cell phone battery won't hold a charge (we're eligible for new phones in a few weeks).

I no longer care that Kyle's bedroom is the neighborhood Petri dish. I just wish he'd bring his dishes down to the kitchen!

I no longer care that Lucas won't put his clean clothes in his dresser. If he wants to live out of a laundry basket, fine.

I no longer care that the windshield is always streaky. I can see the road. That's all that matters.

I no longer care that I have only two pairs of jeans that fit good.

I no longer care that the white washclothes are dingy and threadbare.

I no longer care that our laminate kitchen countertops are warped.

I no longer care that the kids put their feet on the furniture...as long as they take their shoes off first.

I no longer care that my black clothes are covered in Jango fur.

I no longer care that Quinton currently weighs less than I do! OK...that does bother me.

I no longer that the yard gravel keeps getting kicked in the driveway.