Overwhelmed?!?!

I'm feeling overwhelmed. I can tell I'm feeling overwhelmed from the dreams I've been having.
The other night I dreamed I had an extra finger tied to the back of my hand and I thought everybody had that extra finger until upon closer inspection of the kids on my soccer team I realized no one had that extra finger. I proceeded to find a doctor and he removed it, but after he removed it I felt lost, like I was missing something very important. Last night I had a dream I acquired a brand new red Jeep Wrangler with a soft top. I was trying to get to the top of a mountain, but Emma kept wanting to sit on my lap, so I eventually moved to the back of the Jeep, held Emma and waited for the Jeep to take me to the top by itself (it was voice controlled of course). The mountain was very steep and as we neared the top, Emma and I had to lay flat in the back because the G-forces were just to great to sit up straight. We never made it to the top...I woke up :( ANYWAY I can usually tell I'm overwhelmed or stressed out by my dreams...somehow in real life I never realize it, I have to dream it first.
So why am I overwhelmed? I'm not real sure, I can't pinpoint the reason. I know I say yes too much, but I enjoy all the things I do, so I really don't want to say no, but sometimes I probably need too.
So how do you figure out how much is too much?
Being a mom/dad can be a very overwhelming, yet very rewarding job.
Somedays when I walk into my home and it's a messy house, and there's laundry to do, and there are groceries to buy, rooms to clean, dishes in the sink, dog to be fed, stuffed animals to find, and the to-do list is longer then one side of a piece of 11x14 paper, I must say I feel overwhelmed. I don't know where to start. All I want to do is sit in the corner, put my head under a pillow and have a good old-fashioned cry.
BUT then, there's my three year old yelling "MOMMIE!!!" and my six year old trying to get his own glass of milk, but in the process spills half the container on the kitchen floor, and then the eight year old that wants me to build a LEGO house with him and somewhere in that time I'm supposed to make dinner, but unfortunately I can't find the counter...
It's at this moment that I have to remember
I AM NOT ALONE.
Everyone has stress and feelings of being overwhelmed...and luckily this moment of being overwhelmed doesn't define me. I always move out of this feeling.

Other days I go home and I still can't find the counter, there are still dishes in the sink, the house is still a mess and of course laundry still needs done, but for some reason it doesn't bother me...


Hug the kids, have a belly laugh, that's what they will remember.... (hopefully they won't remember the milk on the floor or the dog hair on their clothes)

I'm on my way to find an AWESOME day!