Neil...

When I was in college, I met a JHU alum named "Neil." It's a bizarre story of how I met him, but he invited me over for dinner one night.

He had graduated in '68 and was a bachelor.

I thought of him this weekend.

When the kids/Tamar were gone, I spent a lot of time organizing things. I was cleaning up toys, matching socks, etc. Stuff that kept my mind off of them not being here.

When all was said and done, the house looked pretty good. Neil's place was immaculate. I'm a neat freak, so I really appreciated it.

Everything in life is a trade-off. Yes, I could have an always immaculate home or I could have the constant frenzy of my children.

No brainer.