I have made a little promise to myself to stop the endless chores that always get in the way of me really engaging and interacting with the kids. Sure, I read them books, color, take them outside, but I usually have something to do other than sit down and really play with them for more than a few minutes. I don't have to be so busy all the time. Dishes can wait, laundry can be thrown in the washer and dryer with minimal interruption to spending quality time with my kids. It really bothers me that I've let cleaning (which I'm not that great at anyway) become more important than playing trains and having a pretend cup of tea.
Priority rearrangement. It's happening. Because they are just as important today as they were the day they were born and deserve the same undivided attention I gave them then. Everything else is (as our friend Matt would say) small potatoes.