Ugh

So I'm toast tonight. If I was a piece of meat, i wouldn't even feed it to our dogs. It all started yesterday - up at 5, feed the kids, rush to get ready to go meet my family for breakfast at 9, took the kids swimming, feed Meghan lunch at mom & dad's before nap time, drive home, put them down for naps, went to the grocery store to shop for a nice meal (grilled terriyaki pork, pineapple & mango relish, creamy fresh summer corn, grilled summer veggies and chocolate dipped strawberries), cook from 2 until 6:30, light an entire roll of paper towels on fire, cook myself as well as the meat, feed Meghan dinner, take them for a walk as they were driving me up a wall, get the 2 of them to take a bath/shower, pack lunches, pack the swim bag, pick up the house (barely) and crash by 10. Today, up early, take Matt to Kids Kamp and try to settle him in (first day), fill out all his paperwork, dash to work, work all day, run out of the office, pick Matt up, meet Mom to pick up Meghan, fly to swim, try to keep Meghan out of the pool during swim, dash home, feed Matt, make sure the kids brush their teeth, stories and get ready for tomorrow (lunches, clothes, etc), feed the dogs, feed the guinea pig, and make sure that the fish get fed too.

I love my kids, but by goodness I am totally exhausted and frustrated. How in the heck can I keep this up at this pace? Will the kids remember me as this blur that sweeps through their lives and hurries them along. I realized this as I was trying to get the kids out of the car at swim and Matt was hurrying to get his stuff and ended up tripping on Meghan's diaper bag and falling out of the car onto the pavement. Someday this will all be worth it, right? I am exhausted, burnt out and am wondering why I am doing this to myself. Is it quality over quantity? If you choose not to put the kids in the activities, are you depriving them?

Luckily for me my wireless connection is finally working, I can sulk in my own bed, and ingest a few chocolate covered strawberries left from last night that I didn't get a chance to eat. OK, no more whining - I've got stuff to iron. I need help.