away with the wind

Right now I'm supposed to be doing the dishes and laundry, dusting and vacuuming, and baking cookies. I tell myself these things. My husband tells me, as well. I work so hard and can only go so far, and the things most important to me, do not get done. I wish I could reverse it, but that would make me even more miserable. Wait. I'm not miserable. I'm just tired and in need of getting away.