I feel like a rodent.

I spent my morning in a non-stop mode. Go, go, go! There was laundry, dishes, cleaning, diaper changing, counter clearing, and even a healthy dose of make-believe with the kids. Oh, and I even took a shower. Waaaahooo!

Yet, here I sit during their nap time looking at my torn apart, horrendous looking home.

How can I feel like I am working all morning long, yet nothing looks pretty, or even decent? If anyone were to come for a surprise visit they'd probably gasp, and I'd probably blush.

The great debate now is: enjoy lunch in peace and quiet, or run around like a mad woman to find some order in this place?

There's a part of me that feels like the mad woman thing wouldn't help much... in about two hours it will all look like this again. Hmmph. Thus, I feel like a tiny rodent.