I have an uncanny knack for calling my sister while she's trying to get the children out of the bath and into their pajamas. So much stress! So much commotion! So much yelling (children) and crying (sister)!
Once they were done with the pajama routine it was time to clean-up the playroom. Someone named Molly had pulled all of the books off the shelves and turned over all of the toy bins. Sensing the frustration in the air, I told Sarah I'd call her back later when the little terrors were finally in bed.
At times like this I always like to end our conversations with some well-timed words of wisdom, so before we hung up I trilled in my best sing-songy voice, 'Remember, it's a blessing to be a mother!' She responded, 'Yeah, well it's not a blessing to be a maid.'
Ha! Point granted.