I Ask Too Much

I apparently ask too much. Tonight I asked the kids to finish putting their clothes from the basket to their drawers. I realize that it is hard to do. That it is hard to do at 9:30 at night but not my choice that they left it to the last minute. I too truly wish that is not what we are doing tonight at 9:30 but it does need to be done.

Just today I picked up from preschool. Dropped off for silk. Went to community council. Went to watch Poppy do her silk routine. Took Poppy to dance. Came home and made dinner. Played with the boys. Moved the sprinkler. Even took time to snuggle Poppy once she came home from dance. My problem with this picture is that after all of that - simply asking the kids to cleanup is too much to ask.

I could tell Poppy was upset after I told her I could not wash her leos everytime she wears them. I took out her hair. I brushed it out and braided while DJ watched the routine I filmed and all I got was a grumpy/sad girl climbing into bed and hiding her head under her blankets.

It is so disheartening to send her to bed upset. I swear all I do lately is upset her. She is hardly ever happy anymore and I have no idea how to fix it. I feel like I am constantly walking on eggshells with these girls and it is exhausting. I constantly feel like I am a failure as a parent.

I am wondering if it is worth asking them to do anything knowing the results it may heed. I am not sure if that is the route or not, but seriously considering its merits at this point. I can't tell what is wetter for my mental health - the mess or feeling like they are always mad at me. I guess only time will tell.