Taffeta, I totally feel your frustration.   

*huggles to everyone who needs them or wants them* 

why can my house never stay clean?  it always looks like a hoarder's nightmare.  i shouldn't say that on the internet but... it's so discouraging. 

laundry always needs to be washed, folded, or put away.  or mended!  Dishes are always clean and in the dishwasher, or dirty on the counter, or too delicate or dirty for the dishwasher.  the plastic containers always need their lids matched.

spring is coming so all the jackets and coats and gloves and hats need to be washed, mended, sorted, stored!  my doll collection is strewn through the whole porch and looks like it has been ransacked by dollhouse thieves.  i read at least one book a day but the stacks of books to read have spilled from the bathroom, to the pantry, and now are filling up a corner of the living room!  piles of fabric and mending regularly fall over and cover other things.... 

I had a nightmare last night about moving into a historical mansion that had become a hoarder zone and the most terrifying part of the dream was that I just moved my own stuff into the disaster.  I didn't even start picking up and organizing the previous owner's stuff... I just started putting my things on top of it!  stuff like the water had been turned off, and so now the sinks were full of books and knick-knacks, and I was like *shrug ok I can't put my t-shirts in here, I'll just keep them in the box that needs to go under the ladder which I have to move a chair to get to*

literally i woke up panicking...

what charms do you mean?  The Mommy Charms?   

oooh so pretty!

my sleep has been terrible.  so many nightmares.  also i keep being not able to wake up early enough in the morning to get all the things done, so I end up being late for work.  thankfully my bosses don't really care about that but it still frustrates me.  also gas prices have increased a lot so I prefer to take the bus... which makes me even later.

finished emptying half the compost bin and re-locating the dirt.
now I need to run to the store for more eggs and to pick up a prescription for my husband. 
might drop off some donations at the cat rescue charity

I did a bunch of garden work yesterday and plotted out what I can have the downstairs neighbour help with.  Unfortunately my child was a total pest and lack of help. 

I asked , "will you please get me the wheelbarrow?"  "Oh I don't know where it is..."  "Uh, right THERE."  "Oh it's heavy."  "Yes it will require you using your arms."  *gets back to turning the compost pile, needs wheelbarrow, looks for Child*  *Child is walking back out of the house with a popsicle*
"I asked you to bring me the wheelbarrow."  "Oh it's heavy."