This was my mom's answer to any impending gift-giving holiday. What do you want? "Good kids and a clean house".
Frustrating, because as a kid, I knew it was impossible. I was never going to be good. I was never going to clean the house.
Frustrating because as an adult, now it's all I want and yet I know it is impossible. My kids are never going to be good. I am never going to get a clean house.
But satisfying, too, because I know that from my mother's point of view, I've made up for it. Any mess in her house is no longer my fault, and I am no longer her problem, so it's all good. I made grandchildren. I'm off the hook.
Satisfying because I know that my kids are actually good, despite the frequent and often hilarious badness they display. And because my house is exactly how I want it to be--it must be, or I'd do something about it, right?
Happy Mother's Day, Internet. May your kids be as good as they are. May your house be what it is.