Yet another one of those days.

I swear, this is the first time that I've sat down all day, and I have the cankles to prove it.

I cleaned the house all afternoon while the boys were in school. OK, by "house" I mean the living room and kitchen - you know, the parts that are visible to anyone who walks in the front door. But, they looked really really good.

And then I picked the boys up from school.

Need I say more?

*sigh*

Sometimes I seriously wonder why I bother. I mean really, I clean and clean and clean, and it's a disaster by the time that they go to bed. I know - if I was perfect, my children would listen to me and they would pick up their toys before going to bed. But guess what? Here's another news flash: I'm not perfect.

And after cleaning all day, and setting up a donation page for our church's participation in the CROP walk, then spending literally HOURS standing in the kitchen trying to get sand plums cleaned, de-stemmed, cooked, and juiced (with a stove that is now shooting sparks out of 2 burners, thankyouverymuch for your lack of response, Mr. Property Owner Sir), and giving the boys baths, and doing laundry, and sorting out some craft stuff, and doing a few other things at the same time, guess what?

I'm tired.

I don't feel like doing anything. They voluntarily went to bed, and I wasn't going to argue with them about picking up the toys. I'll just do it myself. Sometimes, it's just not worth the battle.

And after I get the toys picked up, and clean the kitchen (again), and do some more laundry, and work on some more craft stuff that I *have* to do, and get the trash out, I might get to bed by 2:00, if I'm lucky. We have to be up early tomorrow too because Daniel's first day of his other preschool is tomorrow (yes, I was able to get him in, despite lacking the information that I needed on the application.

Then the older 3 kids will be home after school tomorrow, but it's going to be a rush night to get them in, get homework done, get them fed, and get them back out the door to go to church with their father. Yes, tomorrow is the first in a very long series of Very Chaotic Wednesdays. *sigh*

Yeah, so I just needed to vent tonight. Deal with it.