Okay, so I had a bit of a meltdown Tuesday evening. It was a meltdown I'm sure many mothers before me have had. It included statements/questions such as: "No one around here listens to me," "Why can't you put trash in the trash can," "Do I really have to remind you every day to put your dirty dishes in the dishwasher," and a few others. I ended up in tears. I was feeling overwhelmed with things to do at work and at home and I hit a breaking point.
Fast forward to getting home from work yesterday evening, and I walk in to a nearly spotlessly clean house courtesy of the kids in what Aidan coined "Operation Make Mommy Happy." Apparently, after I had retreated to bed the night before, my husband had gathered the kids together and had a talk with them about me being stressed and them taking responsibility for their chores without being told repeatedly to do them.
God bless my husband and kids for putting up with me when I get crazy like that. They are so great for doing what they did and I made sure they know that they always make me happy.