hmmm

Well, this morning I had been planning on talking about how I love my new vacuum and how it picked up stuff that my other one wouldn't... Then I had one of the I'd rather not be your mom right now moments that have been happening more and more often... Don't worry, I'll be fine and the kids will too... it's just hard not to be mad at them for being little kids sometimes.   Sammy wants to crawl so bad that it's frustrating to him to feel like he can't do it... so he cries.  Ada doesn't get what she wants, so she cries and gets sent to bed.  I fold all the laundry for Ada to unfold half of it, climb in a basket and insist on a ride around the room.  Ada goes downstairs to get a game and comes up with pee all the way down both legs and starts running around the kitchen... so not only do I get to clean up her, but also her pee foot prints across the kitchen and go downstairs to find out that there's a whole walking path of pee because she kept going while she was peeing... so I got to shampoo the toy room and family room while Ada sat crying in time out.  I finish doing the dishes, turn around and see that Ada's gotten out all of her toys from the toy drawer in the kitchen and spred them all over in the room I had just picked up.  I think I feel a lot like Heaven Father did when He said, "If you love me keep my commandments."  Ada refused to help me clean up her mess and insists that I do it for her, then she turns around and says ,"I love you mommy." I'm not so sure...  I let her play with her toys, but why is it that she never wants to play with them when they're already on the floor but she HAS to play with them if I just picked them up?