The above cartoon so describes me these days. The minute I have a little time without the baby in my arms, I scramble around to try to get some things done. It leaves me exhausted but at least I have some semblance of control over my house. I mean, my house isn't spotless, but I can usually avoid the disaster zone it had become. I do this so much that at this very moment, my conscience is pricking me because I could be folding laundry right now instead of chatting with you guys!