Life gets so busy sometimes, and while I prefer to live a life of leisure, it doesn't always happen.  My babies are away today and it seems so empty and alone without them. 

So many new projects have taken off that I often feel that I've wasted the entire day even when they're here.  The day is over and they're in bed before I even realize that I haven't had my time with them. 

I have always lived by the ideal that you should have no regrets, but they are beginning to sneak in on me.  Am I destined to regret each passing day and the mistakes I seem to make on an almost daily basis?  Perfectionism is slipping away and I'm not sure what it is being replaced with.  Maybe this is the true issue...  What am I putting out there for my family?  Is it the circumstances of life that has changed or is it my attitude and perceptions?