So, even though my day started off fairly well, it didn't end that way. My daughters got me to the point where I was so sick of yelling at them to "stop running", "calm down", "stop the yelling", where I just snapped. I went into the bathroom to get washed up and ready for bed (and to make sure I had all the sweat and grime washed off of me from today's cleaning frenzy), only to discover my oldest daughter in my little one's room. My little one, who should have been lying down and calming down to ease her way into sleep, was LITERALLY bouncing off the walls of her room (as she was JUMPING on her bed!). My oldest one was in there, with her water bottle in her hand (after I specifically told her, more than once today, NOT to bring anything to eat or drink into her sister's room). I yelled at my daughter to get out of her sister's room, and go upstairs and go to bed. Boy, did I feel like a royal heel when she looked at me, with tears welling up in her eyes, saying, "I was only waiting to give you a hug goodnight, Mama." Nevertheless, she was jumping all over my last nerve, and I was DONE with them today.
Further, when I went into the bathroom, I noticed my husband's undershirt -- on TOP OF the basket of magazines in the bathroom! Guess it was much too difficult for him to walk another TWO FREAKIN' FEET to put it into the HAMPER, where it belonged, huh?
So, I went off on him, after my oldest went stomping off to bed. I told him that cleaning this house is the furthest from fun that I could possibly imagine, and that I don't particularly enjoy sweeping, or dusting, or vacuuming, or doing other people's dirty laundry. I would really appreciate it if, at the very least, people would stop treating me like an indentured servent around here, and be respectful off the fact that I've worked my fanny off around here too, and PICK UP AFTER THEMSELVES!
Now he's pouting in the living room, looking like a dog with its tail between its legs. And, I'm sitting here, trying to get my blood pressure to go back to normal.
I was looking forward to putting the kids to bed tonight, and sharing a little bit of "intimate time" with my husband tonight. Guess I blew that one, huh?