Yesterday, I was busy getting ready to send hubby and oldest and youngest son off for a three day weekend. More on that in a later post.

Anyway, my allergies have been acting up big time with the Santa Ana winds we have here in California. My head was feeling like it was going to explode from the sinus pressure.

The house was a wreck and the kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it.

After I got the boys out the door Samantha reminds me she needs shoes for her costume she is wearing tonight to a youth group costume party. She also needs a slip and Paige needed some shoes also.

So, even though all I really wanted to do was crawl into bed we left on what turned into a three hour shopping trip, because you know, it takes a long time to find the perfect pair of shoes.

We arrive back home and I am dreading walking in the front door knowing what is awaiting me on the other side. However, upon entering I smell the sweet scent of some sort of cleaner. I walk to the back of the house and find that my kitchen is clean. The counters have been wiped down and the dishwasher loaded.

Tyler had cleaned the kitchen while we were gone.

Now, if you knew Tyler, you would understand why this just melted my heart. He hates cleaning the kitchen. A pea left on a plate will send him into the dry heaves. This kid has the weakest stomach I have ever seen.

He is a great bathroom cleaner, vacuumer, duster, trash taker outer, etc.. But the kitchen, he begs to not have to do that. He has also been known to pay a sibling to do his kitchen duty. Since I know he hates it so much I usually don't assign him that task unless I am desperate.

The funny thing is I almost asked him to clean the kitchen before I left but honestly did not have the energy to deal with the arguing that I knew would ensue with such a request. To say I was shocked to find the kitchen clean would be the greatest understatement of the decade.

I immediately ran to him and thanked him with a big hug and kiss. To which he replied "Mom, its no big deal, I knew you weren't feeling well so I took care of it, I was bored anyway".

Translation: I love you, but I'm way to cool to admit that!

Just when I think my teenagers might send me over the edge with their hormone induced mood swings, they do something so sweet it melts my heart and reminds me there are little boys inside those big bodies learning to be loving, caring and kind young men.

I think his future wife will be a very lucky young lady.

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