There is Crayon on my Wall

Confession? There is crayon on my wall. Not only that but it has been there for a few days. 

Sometimes I stress myself out with being the perfect stay at home mom. If I was able to ever obtain that image of a perfect SAHM that I have in my head, the kids would all have had a nice enjoyable breakfast (and with teeth already brushed, hair done and out of pajamas), a healthy lunch, lots of educational playtime and dinner would be done when the husband got home. Let's go over a normal day in my house... 
Both children wake up at the same moment wanting to immediately be changed and eat. It wouldn't matter if they were both eating table food, but Wesley is still only nursing of course so that adds a challenge to the breakfast routine. We watch too much tv and often are still in our pj's come lunch time. Wesley likes to be asleep and cozy in his bouncer when I take Norah up for nap and then wake up angry just as I'm getting her settled in. By the time Matt gets home from work we are at least thankfully all dressed for the day but dinner is often not started yet. 
Norah has discovered that it's a bit tough for me to do much while I'm nursing. This is where the crayon on the wall comes in. I gave Norah some paper and crayons to color with while I nursed Wesley the other day and she decided the wall made a better canvas. I of course didn't sit and let her do it but as you can see from the picture she made a bit of a masterpiece before I got to her. 
I think the reason I have not used my handy dandy magic eraser on it yet is that every time I look over and see it I'm reminded that it's not my job to be the perfect put together stay at home mom I'd like to be. My job is to love my children, make them feel safe and secure and provide them with learning experiences as best as I can - which often happen in the form of "life" - errands, library storytimes times, grocery store trips and the like. 
I doubt they will remember that their mom was sometimes slow to dress them or that I put on another episode of Dora so I could get the dog taken out and my own teeth brushed. What they will remember is how they felt when I reacted out of love vs out of anger when they color on the walls... 
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