My house will never be clean, and if I clean it, the evidence will be gone in the morning.
A nice dinner will always be interrupted by a boy who insists he doesn't like applesauce, or a baby who can't sit another minute in the constrictive highchair.
Getting out of the house will never be easy, my hair will always be pulled back, and once we're in the car I most definitely will have broken a sweat.
The laundry will never be done, someone will wet the bed the day I change the sheets, and a perfect planned phone call during naptime will be the one day that the kids revolt their rest.
There will never be enough time to do anything.
However, while it's never easy and there's never enough, I think I get the good end of the deal.