Braving Exhaustion

I must first tell you that it takes a very brave woman to post something like this. Either that, or a woman with no shame. I am one or the other, take your pick. This is a picture of the current state of my house. Ironically, this all happened in a matter of seconds (okay minutes, 15 to be exact).
It all started with the books; we went to the library today, which always results in a minimum of 30 books. (I like to get my workout) We started by reading one book, then Kameryn decided to bring me all of the books at the same time. Next was the pillows. Kami and Cooper scooped them off my bed and brought them into the family room. I don't know why, but they had a fun time jumping and landing in them. Unfortunately, the fun time only lasted a matter of a minute or two and they were off. We have the towel the dog dragged in (literally) along with the paraphernalia of puppy toys the kids brought in for the dog, who was only interested in the towel.
I have the marshmallows and fruit snacks that the kids got out for "snacks" which they weren't allowed because they had already had dinner. (Of course, the obvious response when you are told you can't have something is to throw it on the floor) And lastly, my two favorites because they seriously happened within seconds of each other: First, the crayons dumped on the pillow. That was a Cooper. He picked up the whole box of crayons and tipped it upside down to watch all the crayons fall out. Then, he didn't even waste a second, dropped the crayon box and sauntered into the kitchen. Where he emerged 30 seconds later dragging my hand mixer by the cord.
I love these last two just because of the sheer randomness. And, because it illustrates perfectly how my kids don't even miss a beat. They are like little robots, programed to dump, spill, pillage, and plunder. Seriously, Cooper went about these endeavors so mechanically it was as if he was programmed to do it. But that is how it has been lately. The second I pick something up, they are dumping something out. The moment something is put away is the same moment something else is pulled out.
It is a constant viscous cycle which end in the second grouping of photos. And yes, I know, another brave undertaking.(Taking pictures of myself after another exhausting day) Might I add, all of these photos were staged, (duh) but it did feel so good to close my eyes and rest my head for a bit.
This must just be the 3 year old 1 year old combo I have going right now. I do realize that I could have had this all picked up by now, but I am just so tired. I have been chasing children, puppy, and messes all day. (Not that every other mother out there hasn't been doing the exact same thing) As soon as I finish this post I will get up and clean. Hopefully I will get it all done before I pass out. I didn't take a picture of the rest of my house but just trust me it is worse. For example: Cooper dumped a whole can of sprite on the floor - yesterday. (still not mopped up) The kids room was cleaned Monday, Tuesday, and this morning; which in kid language means time to dump out all of our toys because now they are put away. The kids decided "splish-splash" was a fun game to play while in the bath. And, while mommy was doing dishes, Cooper had fun unrolling an entire new roll of toilet paper. (He made it all the way through the bathroom, his room, and into the family room before he ran out.) Luckily though, my house is in one of those messes that will only take as long to clean as it took to make the messes. (No more than 15 minutes a room.)
Ironically, the strangest thing about this whole situation is that I wouldn't give it up for the world. My only regret is that I don't feel like I've had enough time for my kids today. As a mother, does the self doubt and "I could do better" feeling ever go away?

As a side note, I can't imagine 3. Poor little Landen (that is the name we are testing out for baby boy) is already protesting his mother lack of ability to stay on top of things. Maybe he will be my little super organized and composed one... maybe.