crayons on the table

sitting here at 10:40 at night i look around the house and the presence of a washcloth, broom, vacuum of mop is almost non existent. i literally spent 60% of my day today cleaning and doing laundry and just picking up the house. why.... what for... not even 12 hours later you can't even tell. toys on the floor, overflowing trash can, dishes in the sink and crayons on the table. i have no idea why but i was so upset by the appearance of my house i was almost in tears. everyone that knows me knows that i don't keep a clean house... its always messy.... not dirty but messy. so when i spend all day to make it better just to see it back to how it was in a matter of hours it just really got to me tonight. the crayons pushed me over the edge and i felt frustration take over. its so stupid and would take 1 minute to pick up, but why dose it have to be MY minute to pick up. the boys are old enough now i need to start introducing chores and the idea of picking up after ones self. any tips on this adventure would be wonderful, i clean their room after hours of me telling them to with no avail, i put their dishes in the sink i put their clothes in the laundry... these are simple things that a 3 and 5 year old could do.... right? ugh mommy life sometimes gets to me, then they give me good night kisses and hugs and 2 high fives (high fives are must in this house per the boys lol) and it all just seams to melt away... if only i would have seen the crayons before i got all the good night love instead of after... well its decided I'm don blogging and I'm going to go get extra kisses and high fives to five this mommy funk. nighty night all