new year

I feel as if my life is dishes, vacuuming and laundry.  With a smattering of screaming children and guilt.  It will never be enough, no matter how hard I try, and there will always be someone and something that is better.  My kids are happy, my husband is loyal and I have to realize that THAT is success.  But sometimes it feels as if the cat that has lost track of her litter box and is shitting in the basement wherever she wants is a giant failure.