My Name is Mom

I have to admit some days I don't want my name to be Mom. This is one of those days and unfortunately, it's not even because of antics from my kids. I woke up today very restless and decided that today my name needed to be Heather, not Mom. But as everyone knows, Mom doesn't always get to hang up her hat when she wants. So instead of indulging in the books, crafts, piano, singing and shopping that I really wanted to do, I cleaned my house instead. I know that's just crazy sounding to some, but it was a way for me to still be able to do the Mom thing without lashing out at my kids and I was able to do something for me. Many days I just feel guilty spending the time it really takes to get my house clean (is everyone like that or is it just me?) because it takes away from my kids. But today I got into the toy bins and cleaned them out. I got into the closets and pulled out all the clothes that are too small for the kids. I dusted, I vacuumed (sad to say but the dusting hasn't really been done much since we moved in) and now after 4 exhausting hours, my upstairs is officially clean. Now I can move on to my main floor and the lower level... But today I was able to get passed the Mom blues by putting on the housewife hat. And you know what? My kids were no worse for the wear. They actually played together quite a bit today (which does NOT usually happen when I choose to clean). I think Heavenly Father knew I needed that. Hopefully after I get them in bed tonight I can sit down to do one of the other activities that I really wanted to do....