Just Doin' My Job

Today is a really tired day.  A week of hosting family, a three day weekend for the boys, and a sinus infection trying to take over mixed with, duh duh duhn, the tumor can really zap my energy.  I always feel guilty when I don't get my work done around the house.  This is my job.  I'm sure if I had a real boss over me right now, I'd be fired.  My oldest son, Cain, totally gets me.  Yesterday, during chore time, he finished what I had asked him to do and then kept going.  Straightening the living, giving his brothers jobs, vacuuming, and straightening the guest room.  I told him how awesome is was that he was doing that and thanked him verbally and with extra allowance.  He said something like, "What Mom?  Just doin' my job.  I just want to make you happy.  I know you haven't been feeling well because of your hurt ear, so I didn't want to you be like, 'Oh, I'm so tired, and can't do everything in this house that needs to be done.' I just want you to be happy." I told him how much it means to me, which is a whole lot.  He totally gets me. He will make some special (mother approved) lady very happy someday.