Do I listen to the baby cry while I feed the other children and do laundry and basic house care? Or do I sling him and pull my shoulder out of whack so that just turning my head is impossible? Or do I nurse the baby, sitting out of commission for 30 minutes or more?

Do I run the errands that have been piling up, or do I work on the schoolwork that has been piling up? Or do I work on the housework that has been piling up? Or the Avon or programming work that has been piling up?

I feel like I have a thousand different things that all need to be done yesterday. I just want to sit in a corner and cry until somebody will come take me home. No matter how much I run around, I get less and less done. I didn't even earn the privilege of going skating this week, Wednesday or Sunday. If I can't do good enough to go skating again, how will I ever be good enough to go home?

I keep telling myself my goal is to not have any regrets for each day. That if I can look back over my day and say I didn't waste any time, that's good enough. But what if that isn't good enough? And then FlyLady says I have to take care of me, but I can't!