Isn't it ironic?

Remember that Alannis Morrisette song from the 1990s? The title seems to run through my head daily. Isn't it ironic that:

--within hours after scrubbing the toilets, someone dirties it up from their business?

--after scrubbing the floor, I seem to serve the messiest meal of the week? My kids spill nightly....

--when it's summer my kids want to wear winter clothing? (I am talking about my girls)

--when it's winter, my kids want to wear shorts? (Girls again)

--when I am crabby, Thad is calm?

--when Thad is crabby, I am calm?

--the meals I work tirelessly to make are the ones my kids complain about?

--the easy frozen in a box crappy meals are their favorite?

--the nights Thad has to work late are nights when we have a million things going on?

--any time I wear white or cream, I spill?

--that when I go shopping with no money, I find awesome stuff?

--that when I go shopping to find something specific, I can't find a thing?

--when I need to get up early, I can't sleep?

Can you relate?