So Over It

I totally think I'm having a mother moment... I honestly think I might have a heart attack right here and now. While the kids were gone to their Mother's house Bryant went on a business trip and I went on a cleaning/organizing binge. Now, this was no small task, I was doing major deep cleaning from the floors, to the fridge, to the toilets, to the blinds...I was spring cleaning in the Fall. Anyways, my house looked amazing. You could not find a speck of dust or dirt for a mile. I was so proud of my house, and thankful to my parents who nearly killed themselves helping. So then the kids and Bryant come home and I talk to them about chores and how I just can't do everything by myself. We made chore charts and promised allowance if they would simply do their chores. That lasted about 2 days.
I'm so frustrated that I think I just don't care. Why is it that I am the only one who cares if the beds are made? Am I the only one who gets frustrated when they trip over a toy or a shoe? Or a backpack? Does anyone else find it just maddening that when clothes are taken off they aren't put in the hamper? I really don't think I'm being unreasonable. I will admit that I get tired, too and don't want to put away my crap. And lately we've bought a lot of new things, so it's gotten a little out of hand with all of the boxes. But, really folks, the garbage can is out the garage! I understand that Bryant works hard and that I'm a stay at home mom...does that make ALL of this MY job? Am I wrong in my frustrations? I don't expect the kids to get down on the floor and scrub...but pick up your toys for cryn out loud!!! And, gee, I don't know... when you are done eating, put your freaking dish in the sink!
Thank you, that is all. lol