Neverending Cinderella

My house was dirty. Not just messy but dirty. The floors were sticky with juice and food from the mouths of babes. Mud and dirt tracked in on shoes of the hardworking. Dust was collecting dust in various corners and surfaces in every room. Clothes and toys cluttered the bedrooms and not just their own but ours as well. Laundry, which is a pile that seems to remain the same insurmountable size, has been staring me in the face for awhile now. And even when the clothes actually get washed it's the ironing pile that really kicks me in the ass.

And so with this disgusting home becoming more than I could stand, I decided today would be the day to get some cleaning done. Now, every day I do the dishes by hand (because this house was not blessed with a dishwasher) nearly five times a day. And that was the case today as well. Dishes had been cleaned numerous times today. Laundry was getting done and put away. I began to vacuum and vacuum until every nook and cranny had been sucked on by the magically dirt collecting machine. I even got out the little hand vacuum to get all the edges and corners. Then I proceeded to get down on my hands and knees and scrub the enormous amount of tile flooring that we have. I scrubbed and washed and cleaned until it was shiny and presentable to the world again. No sooner did I finish cleaning did my four year old come hauling ass through the kitchen and living room straight from outside where he had been playing in the sandbox with his little brother.
Now, I don't know whether or not to just sigh and realize this is what comes with children territory and clean again or shoot myself. I mean, I knew that the house would not stay clean for long. I know this because every week I clean, shit, every day I clean and it appears as though I have done nothing. I don't really know what the point of me even pretending to get the house cleaned up is for? What are my efforts going towards? The five minutes of cleanliness that I get to watch while out of the corner of my eye I see two little boys just getting ready to throw every toy they own back on the floor, trek mud through the house, and drop food and drinks in their paths like a couple little Hansel and Gretels trying to find their way back home.
It is really starting to get on my mother and housewife nerves. I know everyone feels it. I know it comes and goes with intensity. However, today was just one of those days. I feel like I am down on my knees scrubbing and cleaning just so I can be locked up in the tower never to go to the ball. A goddamn Cinderella story that is never ending. Sure, I have the most amazing Prince Charming already on lock and my kids are the most adorable, sweetest, and genius little critters on the planet but all that aside... well, I have my moments of selfish, ungratefulness and often just want to have a clean house and some quite time. I just want to stop cleaning and cooking and washing and ironing and talking in vain. Ah, that must be the housewife/mother's prayer.

Solitude

There are some days, like today, when I just want to be left alone. I don't want to hear the constant noise that comes out of the mouths of my two toddler boys. I don't want to hear the constant crashing and banging of their toys. I don't want to hear the television or whining, or crying and babble that comes from a one year old and a four year old. I certainly don't need to hear any smart remarks from the peanut gallery (my husband) telling me that my bad mood isn't helping anybody today. Thanks, like I didn't know that. Guess I forgot to just flip the Good Mood/Bad Mood Switch under my arm and make this day stop sucking.
It isn't even that this day sucks. For the most part it is just like any other day. The chores are the same and the daily routine is right on track. I just want to go away from it all though. I just want to be left alone! It isn't any one's fault that I am feeling so dumpy or grouchy it just is this way sometimes. I suppose it is a compiling list of things that is growing angrily inside me that is making me a little edgy but they are my issues and no one else's.
Like, we have no money. We actually have less than no money. So, while we sit around this house going bonkers with each other (me and the kids) we can't afford to go do anything if there was anything to be done. I usually try to do errands just to get us out of the house for awhile but when you don't have money for groceries you can't go do that. It's far to hot to go to the zoo plus our zoo membership just expired and I don't have the eighty bucks to renew it for the year. The kids are too small to go the movies, which I don't have money for anyway. They can't go to Hinkle Family Fun Center because they are too small and again, no money.
I get frustrated with all these things related to money but I am having a hard time trying to wrangle in our finances because I want to keep enjoying life and to me that usually means participating in it which costs money.
I am angry with not being able to deal with the loss of one of the great loves of my life who just passed away a little over a month ago. I can't actually feel or express my feelings for this because no one in my household gives a shit about it. My parents hated him and my husband doesn't understand because as far he has known me Ryan hasn't even been in my life except for a few months when we worked together nearly four years ago. I miss him so much and I have so many unresolved emotions and issues regarding this situation and him and everything involved with his passing that it generally makes me angry. 
I want to work. I want to be able to focus on getting educated enough to actually run my business the right way and make money. I can't do any work because I constantly have two little children attached to me. Like right now, the little one is just having a fit because I raised my voice at the other one. And so he is literally attaching himself to me.
I am trying to get my life in order. I am trying to get plans laid out so that I have some idea where I am going. I am trying to create goals. But it often seems like what is the fucking point when my whole life has to revolve around keeping these two kids entertained all damn day? How am I supposed to get ahead in life and make some damn money to get the things I want and need when I have no space to breath much less anything else?
I am just having one of those days where it seems like nothing is possible. My husband tells me to stop being such a mother martyr and just do what I want to do and everyone around me will help me make that happen. Yah, right. That sounds good and all but in reality that isn't the case. I have to be here to take care of these kids because we can't afford to put them in daycare/preschool and so I can't go to school or get a job because we'd be so far in debt it isn't even funny. And so here I sit every day. Just me and these kids trying to not lose our minds.
Tomorrow, I hope is a better day. This one is turning out to be a real pisser.