I know I have said it before. I am almost always exhausted. I really don't know how people do it. Everyone around me seems to be making it. They're cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, working at their jobs, taking care of the kids. I am barely hanging on here. The list of things to do is endless. Every time I get one thing done I think of three more that need to be done.Poor Josh. Every time he tries to relax I ask him what in the hell he thinks he's doing. How could he possibly relax for even one second when there are ten million things to do. I have to inform him that relaxing is NOT in the schedule. I feel like the only time I have to myself is when I am pumping and even that I do while trying to balance the two bottles under my boobs while I type away on the computer either answering e-mails or trying to read something online so that I can at least pretend to have a semblance of a life. This isn't who I want to be. Either for myself or for Ben or Josh. My mother, although I love her terribly, spent most of her life running around the house cleaning and not so much time playing with us. I don't want that for Ben and I. But at the same time the laundry needs to get done and food needs to be cooked, dishes to be washed, you get the idea. What's a girl to do? I know. I need a wife.