What a man, what a man (and kiddos too)...

Okay, IF I EVER proceed to ToysRUs on the Saturday before Christmas~~you have my permission to come to my house and slap me silly. And I'm not kidding.

This morning I set out bright and early to do our shopping for the kiddos. Mark and I usually go together, have a nice dinner together, and then divide and conquer in the stores. It just wasn't going to work out this year so we decided Mark would stay home with the kiddos and I would go it alone.

Ya'll, it was crazy. I went from either being mad that this is what Christmas is~just a bunch of gifts and spending money that could be spent on something more worthy. To being excited I was finding the gift I was looking for, and then anxiety-ridden as I worried about the gifts I could not find and could not even think of what to get a certain child in my household who is the HARDEST child ever to buy for. To feeling all claustrophobic as more and more people tried to get down the little aisles with buggies loaded to overflowing.

Every year I vow not to do this anymore. And I hate it that I do it over and over again. There has got to be a better way.

Okay, end of complaining.

After the shopping I was tired, grouchy, and my foot hurt. (I tripped over the cat the other day and hurt my foot). Walking a lot did not help. I was dreading coming home (not to the family, but to the mess). And lo and behold my family had given me the best gift ever. My hubby knows me so well and he knew how I feel when things are out of control in the house.

He and the kids worked the whole time I was gone and my house looks awesome! Will someone please come visit me tonight? Please? I need this to be documented. They scrubbed, they moved furniture and cleaned out from under it. Mark even mopped!!!!! Words can't even do it justice to how clean it is.

Abbie cleaned the kitchen like nobody's business. She even got an old toothbrush and scrubbed the edges of the kitchen. Mark scrubbed the stove so hard it scrubbed the numbers off my stove dials. But I'm not complaining. The boys worked so hard too. It looks so good I don't want to do anything but sit and look.

But, I'm off to find something super-special to fix my man for supper tonight. And he might get some smooches too!