Yesterday and the day before that, jaklumen and I cleaned the floors.  Day before yesterday, we cleared and cleaned the living room floor and then jak vacuumed and shampooed the rug.  Yesterday, jak did the linoleum in the kitchen, bathroom and entryway.  Then we scrubbed down the fridge door and the cupboards.  Finally, he cleaned and organized his desk.

I was beginning to feel pretty good.  Having thoughts like, "Okay, next I should clean my/our bedroom so that jak can vacuum in there. Then, after that, I can finally get a handle on the laundry."  However, this morning, I come out of my room into the living room and the situation has changed.  I see the remains of dinner, plus a baking project that I did yesterday, sitting on the dining table.  The dishes are clogging the kitchen sink.  Jak's laundry hamper, some of his clothes and some boxes, some empty, some not, are lying on the living room floor and, of course, I need to put away the rug shampooer and the vacuum cleaner.  

Dear Lord.  I'm starting to feel overwhelmed again.  Mama always said to never look at the whole job.  Just to look at the little pieces.  Still, even the pieces look overwhelming and I keep catching myself with the thought, "When am I ever going to have this done to the point where I don't feel overwhelmed by looking at it in the morning?  When will it be done to the point where I don't have to bulldoze to clean but just do some maintenance?"  I feel so depressed, I think I want to cry and I can't because my son is with me and I don't want to scare him.