My Family's Whites Are Not White. Sue Me.

Went for a brief school sit down regarding DD#2 this morning.  Nothing serious but yet, serious enough to get me thinking.  And dwelling.  And feeling guilty.  Why do these things always make me feel somehow inadequate?  When discussing today's events with DH, his comment was, "Yes, I was thinking our whites aren't quite up to snuff too".  His response made me smile and was encouraging to help me think things through differently.  You see, DH and I have a long standing hatred/running joke/annoyance with the commercials which somehow imply the housewife is not taking care of her family when their clothes aren't white, the floors aren't clean...you name it.  Pick a thing.  DH's ability to weed through the nonsense and change my perspective is just one of the things I love about him.  So our whites aren't white.  So my DD has some skills to work on.  I am still competent, caring, and loving.  And unless I can believe these things about myself, I am not going to be able to help anyone.