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annoyed and overwhelmed.

I got up this morning, and started on my daily chores.

I walked into the bathroom to find that the kid clothes, and kodys work clothes were thrown all over the bathroom floor, and not in the hamper where they belong, there was toothpaste caked on the sink, a wet pull up sitting in the floor.  I rolled my eyes, groaned, cleaned it up, and went downstairs to start the laundry.
I came back upstairs to find the pop can kody poured into a cup last night at dinner, and left on the counter for me to pick up. I huffed "am I the ONLY one who knows we have a trash can?!" and threw it away, and loaded the dishwasher. I went to the bedroom to find kodys pajamas thrown on the babys seat (does the man know what a hamper is for!?)  I went to the living room to find toys and snack wrappers on the couch, after I know I asked them to clean it before bed last night.
I began to get irritated. Why do I feel like the only one who can clean up after themselves around here? The more I cleaned the angrier I got.
  I closed my eyes and started to pray. I prayed for them to learn to help around the house. I prayed for me to become more energized to keep up with the messes. I prayed for patience. I prayed for forgiveness for being angry, and I prayed for a calm mind.
When I opened my eyes, all I felt was gratitude. I am so grateful that I have the 3 boys that make all these messes for me to clean. I know if anything were to happen to them, I would give anything to have toys to pick up. Thankful for a man who goes to work each morning, if I didn't have him, I'd sure miss picking up his pajamas off the baby seat every day. grateful for a house to clean. Grateful for my life, and the little mess makers, and my big mess maker.

I guess what im saying is, even though I get annoyed by having to clean up after everyone, I am grateful for having them to clean up after.

I certainly do love my guys. <3

until next time,
Elizabeth

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