AITA for Losing My Mind Over the Same Five Household Tasks That Apparently No One Else Can See?

Hi Reddit. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I (F30s, mother of two chaos sprouts and one judgmental cat) am wondering if I’m the villain here.

Every day, I wake up and begin my unpaid internship as the Domestic Reset Coordinator. My job description includes:

• Picking up the same toys that were already picked up at 9:07, 11:42, and 2:16.
• Returning rogue household items to their natural habitats (e.g., the remote to the couch, the shoes to the shoe bin, the banana to not the bookshelf).
• Reassembling furniture that has been creatively rearranged by my children, who apparently moonlight as avant-garde interior designers.
• Throwing pillows back onto the couch like I’m restaging a Pottery Barn crime scene.
• Tossing dirty laundry into the washer that was next to the basket, but not in it, because apparently gravity is optional.
• Repeating myself like a haunted Alexa: “Put your shoes on. Put your shoes on. PUT. YOUR. SHOES. ON.”

I do this while fielding snack requests, refereeing sibling debates over who looked at whom, and trying to remember if I brushed my own teeth.

Yesterday, I snapped. I hissed. Literally. My hair was up, my back was arched, and when someone asked me where their water bottle was (it was in their hand), I let out a guttural “RAWR” and retreated to the corner like a feral cat. I didn’t speak for 20 minutes. I just stared. Judged. Recharged.

My husband says I’m “overreacting” and that “it’s just part of parenting.” My kids think it’s hilarious and now call me “Mommy Meow-Meow.” Even the cat looked impressed.

So, AITA for losing it over the Groundhog Day of household chores and turning into a corner-dwelling emotional feline?

Top Comment (from u/PookieCat420):
NTA. You are the glue, the mop, the emotional support broom. You deserve a throne made of folded laundry and a crown of unmatched socks. Hiss louder.