Baby loves grilled cheese

Im standing in the kitchen waiting for the soup to heat up and watchin Lauren totally dig on the grilled cheese sammy I made for her. Should she be eating a butter slathered cheese sandwich? Its not far from a mozz stick but the smile Im getting from her right now is priceless...all gummy and (literally) cheesy. So yes grilled cheese for the baby. My issue today is a feeling I feel nearly everyday. No matter how much "work" I get done around here I still feel like I did NOTHING! What the fuck? Is it because after I home from the store I put on my sweats to clean the house. Do I need to wear "real" clothes? Will I feel better about myself? That has to be the dumbest question that runs through my head but sometimes I wonder if I did my housework in dressier clothes and an apron Id feel more accomplished. Even re-reading this seems absurd. Ok about an hour later Im back here typing away. The kids are fed and the baby is happy in her jumperoo. Anyway, I had to go to Target this morning with the girls while I was there I got FOUR gallons of milk! We seem to go through about 2 to 2 1/2 gallons a week around here. I get home and get the girls down for a nap and do some cleaning. L takes a wicked short nap so all I got done was my lunch in my belly. I always make it a point to sit an eat at least twice a day and my meals will be lukewarm at minimum. Unless there are broken bones, I will not eat a cold meal. Of couse it was different when the kids were newborns, then the baby is the boss and they dictate whether or not I get to eat it hot or cold. So inbetween entertaining L, I managed to really clean the living room (dust AND vacuum!) and fold/put away a load of laundry. The dining area and front door entryway even got mopped. I DID get a lot of cleaning done and yet I still feel like a schlub. Bill just sent me a txt and he'll be home in about 20 minutes. Maybe a little blush and my sexy jeans might perk me up a little.Naahhh. Screw that, Im tired Cami crapped her pants so I need to deal with that. She and Mase are playing around and she's acting like there's nothing wrong! How the hell can a kid play with toys with a turd in her pants???? Here I am typing away fully aware of the situation and not wanting to deal with it! It's GROSS! Alright the dog needs to go out...at least the dog has the sense not to shit in the house.