I love my man!

So lately it's been quite the task keeping my house clean. Josh and Lleyton are both destroyers who make messes but never clean up. Seriously. The clothes come off, I pick them up. Toys, blankets, remotes, and things you don't want to know about ... I clean up. Today I was trying to catch Lleyton after bathtime as he scrambled on our bed. I knew it was a matter of time before he would pee on it, I needed to get that diaper on fast. I did not make it. He peed a massive amount in the middle of our bed. This is the second time I have washed the sheets this week and it's Tuesday. Don't get me wrong I usually wash the sheets at least once a week, according to Josh I have a sheet fetish. They must be clean and all corners must be secured. This drives Josh crazy, well, it drives me crazy when I do three batches of laundry a day for two people and a baby! You know what else drives me crazy, when they are clean and your sweaty husband comes and lays on them. He claims he is not dirty but the look and smell of him tells me otherwise (I do love you hubby). Anyways, my daily routine consists of sweeping the floor several times, and mopping up it least three times a day (at least where Lleyton ate). Josh's mom asked me the other night how I keep my floors so clean, well I have to clean them everyday so they better be clean. I also clean the kitchen several times, and the other rooms of my house (babies track toys everywhere). Vaccumming, I wish I did more. If I could I would vaccuum everyday, life often doesn't allow this. Anyway getting to the point after my long shpeel. After cleaning up the pee mess I looked at the rest of my house and felt defeated. Rooms I had just cleaned were dirty and it seemed to never end. Josh looked at me and laughed, I looked back and said "it never ends". Lately, I have been dropping hints because I have felt under appreciated, like, "so how is dinner" the reply, "it's good". I also make Josh's lunches, "So was your lunch okay?" or "Where are your containers I asked for two weeks ago, the last ones about made me pass out?" Sometimes he will keep his food containers in the car for weeks and when I finally find them I almost consider throwing them away with the thought that nothing can clean them of the mold or smell. Sometimes these daily battles get to me when I've made dinner, fed the baby, and cleaned the house, without feeding myself or getting myself ready for the day. It usually doesn't bother me, but ... sometimes when I haven't heard the word thank you in a really long time, I wonder if it's appreciated. I often wonder also if I overdo it, but I think I have a scewed view because I live with a man who doesn't clean our childs tray after he eats but piles food on the same tray the next meal, yuck! I do love him so much, but sometimes I wonder where men get there thinking or don't get there thinking. But oh how he surprises me! Today I was at home when I see that I missed a call. I called him back right away because he never calls me unless there is an issue. I called and he asked to call me back, so I said okay. Finally, he called and said, 'I just wanted let you know how much I appreciate all that you do. The cooking and cleaning and everything. I love you'. Wow, he never ceases to amaze me. So ladies, if you sometimes feel the same way there is hope. That man of yours who loves you and would do anything for you, is probably tired just like you. It will come though and when it does it means so much more, or at least it did to me. I love you babe, and I will clean up after you and Lleyton everday. It's so worth it.