Then a thought hit me.
It's a BLESSING, not a CHORE. I was reminded how of many nights I cried because I wanted THIS, exactly this so badly. I couldn't believe the feelings in my heart were anything but gratitude for the blessing of being able to rock my child to sleep. I thought of friends who would give anything for this blessing, that I was thinking of as a chore. I cried. And my attitude changed. That night. About putting Olivia to bed. (Even now sometimes I need to remind myself of my new motto.)
The next day a sink full of dishes were waiting. There were at least 4 loads of laundry that needed to be done. A floor to be mopped. All my "chores". But then I saw them in a new light also. I thought of how lucky we are to have dishes to wash, and a sink to wash them in. I am so grateful that we enough clothes to require 4 loads (and then some!). I was espcially grateful my husband wasn't home to help me. Because he has a good job, that allows the lifestyle we have. Maybe they are still chores, but to me it suddenly felt like a blessing.
I've been saying over and over reminding myself...
It's a blessing, not a chore.
The funny thing is, now I ask Aaron, "Do you want the blessing of doing the dishes tonight, or the blessing of getting Olivia ready for bed?" :)