Sunday is NOT Funday around here!

So today's bitch session is not so much about the husband (BELIEVE IT OR NOT!), but instead, the kids. (OK, with a little bit of the husband in there, too..) It rained all weekend. And when I say rained, I mean our backyard looked like the Thames. It RAINED. So of course, that locks us all in one small little house for WAY too many hours.
So Saturday, I come up with this great idea: It's getting warmer, and the kids are getting bigger, so since we are stuck inside, let's pull out ALL THE CLOTHES in their room(s) and try them all on and decide what to keep, what to donate and what to throw out. Then we will also know what we need to buy, right?
So that went ok.. I guess.. Basically, no help whatsoever from the husband, but the kids at least humored me by trying stuff on for about 3/4 of the way through the pile. (Which actually, was farther than I THOUGHT they would go!) So that left me to sort, fold and put away the rest of all summer and winter clothes for 2 kids. Suffice it to say, that was Saturday. ALL of Saturday.
So this morning, I notice that while I was folding and sorting, the kids decided it meant free reign for messing up the REST of the house. So I ask them to clean. Yeah, yeah, yeah I get.. Husband goes in there and distracts them for about 30 minutes, so I kick him out and asked again. They pick up a few things, then start watching TV. I got back 30 minutes later, no progress. I bribe them will a shopping trip, they get excited, clean for about 10 minutes, go back to playing.
So basically, that was my ENTIRE DAY. Trying to get them to clean ONE FREAKIN ROOM. And it's STILL not done. Their Dad tried to actually take them shopping, but I stopped it, however, it still doesn't make a difference. I just want to SCREAM. And where was hubby during all of this, you ask? HE PLAYED VIDEO GAMES FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT.
AUGH>>>>>!!!!! I am so frustrated I can barely speak. I am going to have to figure out a way to make the kids understand that no matter what DADDY does, when Mommy says do something or you don't get something, SHE MEANS IT. Unfortunately, it looks like this will take a while, and patience has NEVER been in my volcabulary, and I still choke even writing the @#O$*# word down. Sigh. Going to get a well deserved? needed? used? glass of wine. Back later. Perhaps.