...Kitten-chow is scattered all over the kitchen floor, along with tiny little water pawprints
...the kitchen counters are bathed in a concoction of flour, water, enchilada sauce, and mysterious crumbs
...a novel's worth of Ewan's school papers are scattered around the house, and I can't throw them away, but have nowhere to place them
...Fynn, who skipped a nap today, is trudging around in his bedroom grabbing toys and periodically trying to escape unnoticed. Go to sleep already, kid.
...there's more dirty laundry than can be reasonably done in 24-hour period of time
...there's a stack of magazines and books about one foot tall that I never have time to read
...there's a stack of random papers and odds & ends on the side-table, again with no home to put them
...I need a shower
...a sticky substance has settled down on my desk and has started raising a little family of mini-sticky substances
... my bedroom is a disaster area of hurricane aftermath proportions of unfolded laundry and baby stuff
...I am exhausted
... I should be taking care of the things on this list, and I know I'm on the computer instead, but I just can't go in that kitchen. All I want is to settle down with cookies and vegetate.
Why can't I get this done during the day? Because Corgan never stops whining and crying, Ewan & Fynn play Spider-man to the point of injuring each other, which results in an unbearable amount of whining, and then me being followed around by mini humans saying, "Hold you, pick me up." When I do feel like I have a spare second and start to tackle something, a major spill occurs, or someone gets badly hurt, or Corgan starts SCREAMING. *Sigh* I'm tapped out. It's one of those nights where I feel like I could just go catatonic with the seemingly undoable amount of work to be done.
I'm not trying to say "woe is me," but I just love my family and want to be able to do the best for them, and just feel like I can't keep up. Argh! I know I've fussed about this before, but I just felt the need to vent as I sat here on my break from bulldozing the kitchen mess. Off to the trenches I return...
