Pity Party

I'm throwing myself a pity party right now.  I guess it is due to the overwhelming feelings burying me under.  I have a pan of brownies baking, the ones with peanut butter cups baked in.  Perhaps a whole pan will help me feel a little better.  Or give me a stomach-ache.  We'll see which happens first.  I'm betting on the stomach-ache.

Life has been very chaotic summer, and back to school time has only stretched limited time even thinner.  I think I need a day to clean.  My house is a tornado recovery zone, one that could be considered a federal disaster area. There just isn't any desire, nor much time to dedicate to the amount of work it will take to get it on track.

How do we do it?  How do we think we can handle it all, mothering, work, extra-curricular activities, school, and church?  I'm not sure anyone can.  Something always falls into the neglected category, and more often than not, it is my house.

Anyone want to invent a cleaning robot, or better yet, know the number of a good cleaning fairy?