With a life like this, who needs a vacation?

Here's the story:

Yesterday was not a great day. I probably shouldn't have sat down at the computer and started rambling away. But, I did. And since I did I think you all deserve to get the full scoop.

BTW thanks for letting me ramble on like that, gee blogs are nice. :)

I've been fighting a headache for a few days now, it wears me down. Wears down my patience mostly. Mike and Adam went backpacking with the scouts so I was flying solo last night. Not generally a problem for me.
I fixed a lovely breakfast-dinner, German pancakes--always a crowd pleaser. We continued on with the bed time routine. I got Grant to bed and decided to let the girls stay up a little late and watch T.V. --remember that headache? Well, by now it's to the point I'm getting nauseous. I decided to start sending the girls to bed. It was three down and one to go when we hit a bump in the road. One of my children, who will remain nameless, saw some people outside playing and decided this would be a good time to complain about all the brutal unfairness of her life.
Note to children: DO NOT pick a fight with mother when she is
a) alone
and
b) going to hurl because her head is about to explode.
After discussing with her a few of the realities of her life, the fact that this was NOT a good time to give me grief and until she is tucked in her little bedy by I am still on duty; and I was ready to clock out for the day-we both went to bed. I took a Tylenol pm and sacked out.
My internal alarm usually goes off at about 6:00 am. (you can take the farmgirl away from the farm, but some things never change) With my drug induced slumber it didn't go off until about 7:00 this morning.
I woke up suprised I hadn't heard the kids up--they are early risers too. I was even more suprised when {unnamed child} brought me breakfast in bed just before 7:30. WoW!! What a nice suprise! :D So thoughtful!! :D So sweet!! :D
I ate my meal and enjoyed the solitude for a while longer. I could hear her out there unloading the dishwasher and cleaning up, all the things that just make me so happy. :)
I was so tickled--patting myself on the back. Clearly I must be doing something right! Obviously, it must be my excellent mothering skills that have encouraged such wonderful behavior!!

Here's the question:

Does the fact that she literally locked her sisters and brother away while she did all these nice things out weigh the good deeds?
I discovered when I emerged from my room that it was so quiet because she had sent them all to the boys room to play and did not leave the key for them to get out. After further investigation I found out that when the prisoners asked for a bathroom break they were told to 'hold it, find a diaper or figure something out'. After they were restored their freedom one of them asked {unnamed child} "Why didn't you let me out?" {unnamed child} replied,
"Give me a break!! I have been busy being Mom all morning! Do you have any idea how exhausting that is?!?"

Yes.
Yes, definitely my excellent mothering skills hard at work there.
Ohhh, my darling little {unnamed child} you are so sweet and so, so crazy!
How can I not adore you!?!
I don't know how to break it to her that part of being Mom generally involves taking care of these little people....we refer to them as children...actually mothering them....not locking them away.

*Disclaimer:
No children were harmed in the making of this story.
They were no worse for the wear and had made a lovely fort out of the bunk beds in the meantime. :)