I hate getting up in the mornings, all that awaits me is piles of dishes, laundry and fighting kids. Wish I could stay in bed under the covers and tune it all out. I feel like if I do one more load of dishes or one more day of this that I will snap. There are days that I feel if I don't hang onto something tight like the steering wheel of the car or the edge of the couch that I will lose it. Lose touch with what little bit of sanity I have left. Anyone else feel this way.