Your house is crying out for last spring's cleaning. There is dinner to cook, clothes to iron, toys to put away. There are people who take breaks on weekends- all you do is try to catch-up. The kids want you to play with them; you hate to say you do not have time. Even if a day can't have more hours, why can't a weekend have more days?
And when you are ready to drown, yoou close your eyes, and breath deep the fragrance of a favourite flower. You are transported back in Time and Space. Life is Simple again.