Don't Know Where The Time Went

Ever have one of those days where you have been busy all day but still feel like you got nothing done? Lately, it seems like every day is like that but especially today. I haven't seen another soul today (with the exception of Jack and Cullen but they don't talk so I don't count them), have only left my apartment to do some laundry down the hallway, and my home is trashed. I straightened it up a few times today but it always ends up dirty again by the time the boys go to bed. But by that point, I usually just plop down on the couch, take a look around and my heart sinks because I no longer have the energy or even motivation to clean it all up again.

I did the dishes this afternoon - there's now a sink full of them again.

I cleaned up the boys' eating area during their morning nap- there's spaghetti covering every inch of it now.

I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon - there's now the clothes, diapers, and bath toys scattered around it, not to mention several enormous puddles made by the boys' splashing.

I straightened up the living room this afternoon too - I won't even get started on that disaster, suffice it to say that they don't usually obey when Mommy tells them to stay away from the bookcase.

I put away the boys' laundry last night - there's another pile on their floor from tonight's laundry and while I was getting Jack ready for bed, Cullen flung it all over the bedroom.

I haven't had time to clean our bedroom in a week and now there are no less than 4 separate piles of laundry (I'm not even sure which are clean and which are dirty anymore), several Target bags (don't remember what's in those either), Brandon's books (seriously, why does he need over 20 books for 1 semester of law school???), what seems like reams and reams of paper scattered everywhere, and a huge jumble of cords that the boys found behind the desk and pulled out.

There was a point today where every room except our bedroom was clean and tidy, what happened?? And now, instead of tackling it all, or even one small part of it, I'm sitting here writing about it.

If Brandon weren't coming home in 30 minutes, I would just forget about it all and go to bed. But I feel like I owe him a clean house when he gets home from working and studying all day. But I just can't will myself to get up and go clean it all up again for the 3rd time today. Especially when I know it's all going to be torn apart again tomorrow within 15 minutes of the boys waking up. *Sigh* I don't think it's going to happen tonight...