Why do I hate myself? j/k

A friend of mine had the brilliant idea of "trading kids" for our anniversaries this month. I would take her 3 kids (Lily age 1, Brynn age 4, and Isaac age 6) overnight for hers, and she would take my 2 kids overnight for mine. Dan and I spent Sunday night getting the house ready, cleaning the kitchen, straightening the living room, and so on. We got things looking good, and I spiffed things up even more before they came on Monday afternoon. Being the self-loather that I apparently am, I decided that the kids would help me make dinner. Not just part of dinner, but EVERYTHING, including dessert. We started at 3:00 pm (dinner was at 5:30) by baking homemade bread. The kids did everything and I helped them count. While the bread was rising, I had the brilliant idea to bake sugar cookies. So, we did that, too, and the kids rolled out the dough and cut out the cookies. While they were cutting out the cookies, I found this recipe for homemade chicken nuggets! "Oh, that would be so much fun for the kids!!" I thought. Where was the person that was supposed to tell me "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, WOMAN?? YOU'VE ALREADY BAKED BREAD AND COOKIES!! JUST GET OUT THE MAC AND CHEESE!" So, we cleaned up the cookie mess with the promise we'd frost them later, and we set out hammering the chicken flat (in baggies, of course) with our fists, and then doing the same with the crackers. We soaked the chicken strips we'd pounded in egg and milk, then each child got to shake a few in a bag of cracker crumbs with dash of Italian seasoning. As if I hadn't done enough already, I decided that I would make up a sauce to go over noodles (it tasted great, by the way). As the kids sat down to eat their dinner that they had made, I looked at my formerly spotless kitchen and decided that I must indeed hate myself. I could have just done easy macaroni and cheese and the cleanup would be 5 minutes, but no. I had to turn my kitchen into a flippin' 5 star gourmet restaurant for kids. I'm pretty sure that when I swept up my floor, I would have been able to make another batch of cookies...