Yes, that cheerful woman who is always around, always helpful to cook and clean, and always give support and understanding to the lucky Brady household. I need her. Bad. Since I am either at school, at the hospital, studying, running children around to various after school activities, sneaking in a quick nap, ironing my uniform, doing laundry to have clothes to wear to said previous activities, letting the dog out, finding papers buried on my desk that should have received some attention, letting the dog in, cleaning so I can find my kitchen because my picky children apparently need to eat on a daily basis, and constantly and profusely apologizing to people around me for my lameness and delay in doing things I should have much earlier, I AM TIRED! I need help! Yes, psychiatric intervention would probably help, too, but I meant someone who could do all the stuff I apparently can't get around to right now, like grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and laundry, and paying attention to my children. I run around putting out fires and do stuff that HAS to be done RIGHT NOW, or more accurately, should have been done two weeks ago. Chris works more than I do, and sleeps much less, and still he helps out when he can. But it's not enough. The girls are still young enough to believe in magical beings who come in while we are sleeping and leave them gifts. So of course they believe that leaving dirty clothes on their bedroom floor will magically turn them into clean clothes which are neatly put away while they are sleeping. DON'T I WISH. They don't realize that now that they are in bed and asleep, then I can REALLY get to work on studying and cleaning in between chapters.
Alice help me!
