Defeated

Lately, I am just feeling defeated. I keep getting sick. Then, everyone else gets sick, and it ends up being a week and a half of not getting out of the house, endless laundry, and a mountain of to do's that are never quite getting done. My washer is on the fritz and is currently being held together with super glue. I feel like everyone and everything is being neglected, and I don't know where to start.
It's nothing catastrophic, just a lot of little things. I need to get ready for summer, for the kids being home more. I am worried that I am not going to be a good teacher for Cotton, and that he will loose all that he has gained this year. I am worried that I will be cranky and impatient, with Mr. C and not give him the tenderness and attention that he needs, and I am afraid that Rev is getting ignored in all areas. I like the rhythm of the school year, I really liked that Cotton has been thriving with less effort on my part than in the past. When he is home I have a constant feeling that I am not doing enough to help him, or the other boys. There is no end to a mother's work day, so where do you draw the line, pat yourself on the back and have a margarita. Most days no matter how much I have done, I end up feeling like it was not enough. Okay, done with my pity party.