A mothers work is never done

These days it is hard to get a break. I don't have time to write, or do anything else on the computer. I haven't got time to read or go out. Often I don't get much time to even sleep. It gets difficult some times.
Getting up at 2:30 in the morning when my daughter cries, then starting the day at 5:30. Laundry that always seems to pile up, no matter how often you wash it. Dishes always filling up the sink, and the spills on the floor. Having to pick up the toys that are scattered all over the living room, just to be able to run the vacuum. The same goes for the kitchen and the kids rooms. Then as soon as you get one spot clean, here they come and trash it all over again.
The whole time I try to keep the house clean, I also have to find the time to take the kids outside and play with them. Time to read to them, and help them explore. There is always something that never gets done. There never seems to be enough time to do it all, and it keeps coming day after day.
Last year my son started going to a speech class, and so I have to make sure he gets on his bus on time, and off again when he gets home. There is his homework to do too. Talking to him about his day, trying to do what ever I can to help him overcome his speech problem. He has improved, but will be going back again this year. It is a great place for him.
Buying them clothes, even if I go over board. I know that my kids will have something warm to wear( probably for several years, even if I don't buy more stuff). Making sure their clean and have food to eat, a roof over their heads. Crafts to do, books to read, any thing that they need.
Then there are the worries, that something terrible will happen and we will be completely broke. Hence all of the cloths, food, and all of the other things that I stock up on. When they get sick, the fears the their cough is something terrible. The sleepless nights. They are only 2 and 4, I hate to see how I am when they are older and gone more, when they are driving and things like that. At least right now, I can keep a pretty close eye on them.
There is so much that I need to try to teach them. Things I need to do for them, to prepare them for when they leave home. They are still so young, but there is so much to teach them and we are only given 18 years to do it in.
I talk to my mom often and ask advice, or just complain about things. She tells me I am a good mom, and makes me laugh. She loves hearing stories of what the kids are doing. It reminds me of being little and having to tell about the cool things that I saw that she just HAD to know too. I wait for those days too. When my kids realize that I actually did a good job and are willing to look to me for advice, as I finally started doing with my mom. That was part of how I came to realize, that no matter how old your son or daughter is, a mothers work is never done.