WHAT DOES THAT WORD EVEN MEAN??

Accomplish....accompLish....acComplish...Accomplishment...Ablubhulhaant.  What does that word even mean?  Accomplish.  I looked it up.  This is what the dictionary says accomplish means.

Accomplish: achieve something: to carry out or complete something successfully.

Okay, simple enough.  But as I still couldn't grasp my mind around it.  I looked deeper at the meaning of the word, Accomplish.  I came up with a couple of other meanings to this silly word, Accomplish. (I just can't get that word off my mind)

Mommy definition of accomplish.

Accomplish: 1-to wake up 
                   2-make sure the kids and you survive the day with no E.R. visit
                   3-if you get them to bed on time, you've had a successfull day!
                                
                                                              Did I forget anything???

Why am I blogging about this, cause I've been forced to accept defeat.  I thought to accomplish something is to have it be seen. Like seeing the living room floor, or to find out if I may or may not have a counter in the kitchen. Do the kids' toys really need to be everywhere? I mean do we really need clean clothes....okay yes we do, but your getting the jist of it.  I spent most of my weekend recovering from the week of sickness in the household.  Not the kids, but Mike and me.  I picked up the living room,  then started in the kitchen.  Turned around and the living room is right where it started, a big mess. Probably worse than the first time. 
 "Fine, okay, breath, it's just some covers and some small toys. I can do this. CCCHHARGE!" I tell myself.
After alittle time goes by, I'm done and smile. Okay back to the kitchen.  I start on a load of dishes and turn around and there it is...the living room....worse than before.
"Where are those little....Mason, Anna, Nick...what in the world are you doing...and how are you doing it so quite?  Pick up the living room!  Now." ---See that...right there. I'm starting to loose it.  I've been told I have no patience. It's gotten better, but not by much.  That's pretty much how the day went, but with each time I began to wear down, falling more and more into a pit of "am I ever going to get ahead" game.
By the end of the day, I was just besides myself.  Upset, frusterated, irritated, just had it up to here (I'm placing my hand over my head, if you wanted a visual).  
Where does this get me, I don't know.  But I reminded myself last night over and over that God gave me these little rascals to raise with my wonderful hubby.  That's the most important part, right?!?!  As much as I would love to have a house that is clean, clothes that are not piled to the ceiling, or even dishes that we don't have to spit shine to use (just kidding really, I would never do that!)  I know, and have to remind myself ever day that these moments are just that, moments.  And when I get older I don't want to look back remembering the house, I want to remember the fun in that house with the people that I love.   That will be the ultimite accomplishment!