I give up.
I give up on trying to keep food out of the carpet and crumbs out of the bed. I don't mind if you wear your pajamas (or your dress-up clothes or just your underwear) all day long -- even when we go out. Feel free to throw your mush, your milk, your crackers, your utensils, your muffins crumbs, and anything else you'd like to on the floor, the walls, the windows.
I give up on trying to keep my shirt away from constantly runny noses. I won't even hope for seven or eight hours of straight sleep, or a shower that lasts more than three minutes.
I give up on keeping the tub-water in the tub and the pots and pans in the cupboards.
I give up on uninterrupted phone conversations and eating my food while it is warm. I promise that I won't even attempt to leave the house on a whim.
I give up on trying to do things my way, on my schedule.
I give up because I love my kids and because I have to and because it just feels so right to sacrifice a few comforts for something that matters.