Confession #2: A bit of a complaint mixed with some thankfulness

I love my life. I really do. I'm also thankful to get to be a stay-at-home mom (SAHM). Sometimes, though, I just want to shake my husband. It seems like sometimes I have two children, only one of them is older than I am and has no excuse to be so helpless. I don't expect a lot from him, but the past couple weeks it seems like unless I specifically ask him to do dishes or even change our daughter, he doesn't. He sits and plays on his phone or watches a movie. I just get frustrated because I don't get time off from my job. I'm constantly doing dishes or laundry or cooking or cleaning this or that. There are some things that could really stand to be cleaned, but they just take a backseat to everything else I do on a regular basis. I also would like to do something for me sometimes but in order to do that I have to get up early and do it before anyone else gets up. Even then it's only a possibility that I'll be able to. Even with all of this, though, when my daughter smiles at me with such perfect love in her eyes or when I see my husband play with his daughter, it's all worth it. I get frustrated and unhappy sometimes, but that's so incredibly overshadowed by the beautiful things. My daughter says "Mama" and crawls to me when she wants me. There's nothing better than hearing your child call you mama for the first time. Well, except for some day down the road when she says "I love you" for the first time. I'm going to cry like a baby.