4 kids including my husband

Does anyone else just hate, I mean cant stand, despise, would rather go to the dentist then clean your house, especially if you have kids?

I love clean houses, newly moped floors, the smell of bathroom cleaner down the hall, a clean sink with no dishes, a carpet I can see.....but with four boys it never stays clean. 

Its really hard to keep up housework at times, just because every time I clean something, another part of the house is trashed. I spent a good two hours the other day cleaning out my young two's bedroom. I mean throwing broken toys away, chucking misplaced train tracks in the bag, picking up empty cups of juice and when I was done it sparkled. Its amazing now being a mom, what really tickles your fancy, like a clean kids room, you know what I mean. Before kids, I got a high when I bought a new purse, made me smile ear to ear. But its not that way anymore, kind of depressing and the saddest part about their room, at the end of the day it was messy all over again. 

Ok, Ok, they are young and maybe don't get it, but I think they're old enough to pick up their mess, they made it, NOT me. I cant tell you how many times I really deep cleaned their room and found socks and underwear in places where they shouldn't be. I'm trying to get thru to them when you have dirty clothes put them in the hamper not in your toy box. 

Deep down I start to think after the damage(literally) is done, it boils down to its an age thing....maybe? Give them time, they'll learn but having a teenager in the house as well, his room is more of a disaster then the young ones room. 

Ok, maybe its a young teenage boy, boys will be boys thing. Boys are messy, they stink, don't really pay attention to hygiene but then I look at my husband,he is the same way as all the others. I clean up after him all the time. I would think after 10 years he would get the picture of after using a towel, hang it back up. He's seen me do it thousands of times but almost about 97% of the time, I find them on the floor. I really don't know what he did before I came along. LOL. 

Any young boys reading this, you would be saints to your mother if you picked up after your self, out of everything you can do for her. Keep your shit in order and make sure you pick up your towels. 

My introduction

I've wanted to start a blog for awhile now but didn't really know what to write about. I researched and researched and it boiled down to what I'm "passionate about."
I love many things. I like to cook, but I just follow receipts, nothing special, I'm no Marth Stewart. I like to read but I never seem to have the time to finish it. The one thing I love is crafting, its my passion. I have a little side job where I make custom signs, but its not a full time job, like being a mom.
My two boys are my main passion and they have been for the past 6 years.
I'll give you a little brief description of them. They are both red heads, does that explain it all? My oldest is almost 7, about to start second grade and thinks he's a lot older than he is. My youngest is almost 4, this will probably be the last year he'll be with me before he goes off to school(I don't want to talk about it) and he is a total mimic of his older brother. They are the loves of my life but they drive me up the wall and back down it every single day.
Being a stay at home gives me chance to bond with my boys, go out on adventures, do crafts, cook with them, but seriously moms, who does that? Now I don't want to offend anyone who does take the time for these things and believe me I would love to do all those things every day but when my morning starts I am exhausted from the beginning and from the previous day. They wear me out!!!
From sun up it automatically starts with screaming at each other, its crying because the other one hit the other one, its begging for food, and that's all before noon. Sure, when its not hot outside we venture out. We go on walks, I take them to the park, go shopping(that's another crazy mess) whatever I can think of to keep them busy. But, once we get home its nap time, my favorite. Its my time for quite time...….but no one stays quite, no one stays in bed and I might get some quite time for the length of a movie, if I'm lucky.
Life as a stay at home mom isn't all bad, we do have our good days and I cherish them always. I think about when I wont have either one here and it makes me very sad. On one hand, my babies are growing up too fast and time is just flying by, but on the other hand thinking of the day when I have seven hours to myself, it doesn't sound too bad.