Never done. Ever.

I've been under the delusion since I've been a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) for these past 2 and half plus years that, at some point, I'd be done. That the laundry would be done. That the dishes would be done. That the cleaning would be done. I've been learning over these last several months that, as long as we live here and are home the better part of each day, it will never be done! You see, I can do laundry, fold it, put it away, and then there's more. The same thing happens with the dishes. As soon as I clean something, we continue to use it and it gets dirty again--sometimes within a matter of hours. I've had moments of frustration, moments of giving up, moments of a cleaning frenzy, etc. So, I've been focusing on trying to be content with my life's situation; whatever that is. Piles of laundry. Piles of dishes. Piles of toys. Piles of papers. However, contentment with these things doesn't mean there shouldn't be progress in lessening these piles: even though when I'm done with the task, there may be even more than before I began!! Contentment also means that it is my calling, currently, to care for my home on a regular basis. That means being more disciplined about my "free" time. (She says as she sits at the computer and posts on her blog.) All this to say, I'm working on not being discontent simply because my home isn't perfectly in order. I'm working on it because, I'm slowly learning, it never will be. So, either I continue this attitude of discontent, each and every day or I cheerfully work toward the status of "order," recognizing that, even though progress can be made, the ultimate goal is impossible, if we're to live and play and learn and enjoy one another. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and work toward order. How's that for a "to do" list?