My mom often says motherhood is like waking up on a moving conveyor belt. I think she's onto something. We stumble into the kitchen, a little too early again, and greet yesterday's unfinished kitchen. The dishwasher needs emptying before dinner (and breakfast, which isn't made yet) dishes can be cleared from the sink. Feelings of overwhelm and never-ending relay start to click at our heels. Good morning, welcome to all that wasn't completed yesterday. School starts later than always hoped, because of the above paragraph, and a few "character training" moments that don't fit on the schedule or to-do list. You've heard all this before. More "character training" is required between subjects and lessons and between math problems, and the mental list of "incompletes" continues to grow. So does that feeling of failure, overwhelm. In the living room Mt. Laundry hollers each time we walk past, unmade beds and stuffed closets call