I was putting the final touches on dinner and had my toddler in the bathtub when I called to my other daughters with the instructions to pick up their toys.
“Pick these toys up. Hurry up before your Daddy gets home.”
As I said this last part I laughed to myself, and it caused me to contemplate why I did things the way I did. I mean, was I trying to hide from my husband how chaotic and messy it could be around here? Nah. He knew it got crazy.
Did I feel like it was my job as a “mostly” stay-at-home mom to keep the house spotless?!
