Just before bed tonight DSD came to me and said, "Katie, I don't have any clean pants to wear to school tomorrow." I calmly told her that I would wash some for her tonight and sent her off to bed. Inside I felt guilty, angry, hostile, hurt, and like I'm failing as a mom because the laundry pile is to the moon. I have no energy or motivation to do much at all and the little things I manage to achieve around here just seem insignificant. I'm not sleeping well because I can't get comfortable so I'm tired all day. DF did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen after working all day. I feel so useless, like a bump on a log. I'm a SAHM and do nearly nothing all day long lately. I miss being able to clean my own house, make dinner for my family and play with the DC. I'm sure they're all counting down the days with me until the baby comes so they can have me back.