No Time

Layne wanted to know why I was so mad.  I told her I wasn't mad, I just venting.  I went off on not having enough time to do anything.  I had to work late and brought the kids with me.  They had a blast of course running around the warehouse, but we didn't get home until almost 10,  I had picked them up at 6, got some food and headed to work.  Just felt like four hours gone.  We actually had a good night, dinner at Chili's then work, all three were so excited, then we got home and I looked at the kitchen, then the family room, then the laundry, then the boys bedroom, then our bedroom, thought of basketball tomorrow and the pinewood derby, just overwhelmed me.
Layne told me that I still had time to get stuff done tonight, she was so trying to help.  I explained that I could, but was really tired and wanted some time to watch tv or get on the computer and then I could do those things and that was why mom and I are always up so late and rarely get anything done.  I felt like she actually understood me, and in a weird way I even felt better talking to her about it, and feeling better still, writing about it.  Now the piles on piles of crap are still there, laundry is still waiting on me, basketball roster still needs to be planned out, just not as worried about it as I was when we got home.