I feel like Cinderella...

So as I was cleaning up tonight after dinner, I thought of the story of Cinderella. I imagined her and the things she would do in the house and for her family. And many times unappreciated. Well for her case her family was intentionally mistreating her, but in the story she never showed bitternance. You're probably asking how is it that I can relate with her. As mother, you find yourself doing so much for the family, for the house, for so many other things. Often times, you cook the dinner, set the table, and then you eat together. I have little kids, but I try to train them to help with dinner many times, but tonight I felt silent to say anything. I realize that I wasn't too tired anyway to ask for help. But I felt like Cinderella because I was left to do most of the job after dinner and after the fact I prepared it too. If I was complaining I would have had a bad attitude about it, but I didn't. I was glad to do it even though they all left me downstair, and I know my family was not intentionally leaving the table uncleared. It was ok with me. Today was a good day.