Mr. Clean

So anyone that knows me, really really knows me, knows how much I HATE cleaning. I will do laundry all day long. I will take care of the children. I will drive a thousand miles. I will cook a humongous feast. But clean? I would rather have my teeth pulled.
So here I am, on hands and knees, scrubbing my kitchen floor. Mr. Clean and some hot water, a fresh sponge... and here comes my husband. Jake says, "Daddy, I need to go poop." I translate for Daddy from the floor. On my hands and knees. Scrubbing.
"Are you going to let him poop his pants?" My loving amazing wonderful husband asks me.
SERIOUSLY??? Did you miss the part where I am SCRUBBING the kitchen floor on my HANDS & KNEES??? You look so busy in your sweatpants, let me get right up and take our son to the toilet.

Ok. I am done ranting now. Thank you.