I must've done something good: My kids like cleaning

 I'm not talking about true cleaning. I'm talking about, here's a paper towel with a spritz of Pledge on it go and wipe things down.

But the point is, if I want a really light attempt at dust free lower shelves and couch cushions- It's taken care of!

The next step is to teach them how to vacuum. I'll be the smartest mom ever.

A messy kitchen and the bigger statement.

Last night I had two goals
1. Make a killer award winning salsa.
2. Make fantastic white chicken chili.
I accomplished both, but the resulting kitchen chaos was ridiculous. I took some pictures to commemorate the disaster. Whatever, it was acceptable- I was both emptying the dishwasher and loading it while putting away various ingredients.
What struck me almost immediately was how I would have reacted to someone else making that kind of mess in my domain. Namely, my husband. I would have shit bricks had I walked in the room at the point of my pictures. And I can assume my tone would have been bitchy and accusatory.
It's not fair and it wouldn't have been nice. But I know it would have been angry. I showed him the pictures and explained my realization. He agreed.
Being a wife is a tricky game sometimes. I didn't fail last night, but I could have. Score 1 for me!