I hate that feeling you get when your “to do” list exceeds what is humanly possible.

I also hate that I need to be home a bit more than I have been. There are moments when the drive to and fro to activities eats up too much of my time. The balance between the needs of the boys and the needs of the house sometimes is a very delicate thing. We are out of balance or perhaps out of sync. Thus the house is experiencing a “cluttery” period. (that is the polite way to say messy as hell)

I’m going to go back to my plan. Start in one corner and work your way out. I only hope that I’m in a square place and not a circle.