The unending project

OMG. Why do I do it? Why do I try to clean my kids' rooms? I feel like Cinderella's plump, aging sister - you know the one....she married the mechanic and her roots always show? She weighs more than when she last gave birth? She tries to sound happy and positive on the phone, but if you listen closely, you can hear that she just spotted something really gross under the table or she's in tune with the washing machine thats making a strange (and expensive) sound. That's me. Its Sunday and I'm kicking a path through my oldest's room. I don't even know if he's in here. There's food though, lots of chip bags and candy wrappers. And it appears he never puts his dirty laundry in the laundry room, so he can hunker down in warmth in the colder months....hmmm....is it too early for a drink?