Some days I feel like a slave. Picking up toys that are scattered in every nook and cranny; changing diapers, only to have to change them again ten minutes later; doing dishes after they've been sitting for too long and have gotten all crusty; wiping banana mush off of Rico's face and hands, and out of his hair, and off his chair, and off the floor.
Other times I feel like a domestic Goddess. Like yesterday when I had soup simmering on the stove, rolls baking in the oven (both from scratch) and steak marinating in the fridge for dinner tonight. Or this morning when, by 8:00am, I had a load of laundry in the washer and one in the dryer, the dishwasher was running and I was making pancakes (yes, from scratch) for Ella, who was playing nicely (for once) with Rico.
I wish it could always be the Goddess, but I guess then I wouldn't appreciate it, and neither would anyone else.