On my better days, I remind myself of the above. It is in the ordinary acts of my day that God speaks to me when I let Him. It is in the ordinary acts of discipline, care, and love that I show my children how much I love them. It is in the ordinary routine of our day at home that I find comfort and peace. It is in the ordinary acts of self-discipline and balance in my day that my soul thrives, grows, and comes to love God (and therefore my family) more each day.
So when I hit that point where I think I might scream if I change one more poopy diaper, or grumble at cleaning up a pile of toys that has already been picked up three times, or look in disbelief at clothes hampers that somehow are filled to overflowing in the two days since I addressed them - I remind myself of this. My vocation is to be here at home. God calls me to this "job". And because it is a divine vocation the grace and beauty in every single "ordinary" action really makes them extraordinary!