I'm overwhelmed. I don't understand how tidy people do it. The daily influx of crap far outweighs my ability to deal with it. I don't have the time or the energy to sort through it, put it away, toss it, clean it, organize it, etc. Daily tasks seem to be my limit. Washing dishes, doing laundry, feeding everyone, shopping, overseeing the little people.... Unfortunately the mess is starting to affect my mental state. I feel crowded by it. It seems the only real purpose of most of this stuff is to make me crazy. It makes me crazy for so many reasons. I have trouble finding the things I really need and important things get buried in it. It obscures useful surface space. It undermines my efforts to teach my children to appreciate things. It depresses me because it makes me think about all the waste we have in our society. I dwell on the people in China who are making all this crap for no money while being exposed to carcinogenic toxins just for us to throw it away and fill up landfills. Oh crap, now I've depressed myself even more. I'm going to clean up, or just put my head in the oven.