saturday is a special day

it's the day we

feed the children
dress the children
make the beds
wash the clothes
dry the clothes
send the emails
knead the dough
bake the cookies
sing the songs
race the little cars
clean the counters
clean the stove
unload the dishwasher
load the dishwasher
feed the children
clean the children
wash the clothes
dry the clothes
scrub the bathroom
wash the car
run the errands
fly the paper airplanes
slice the veggies
bake the pizza
feed the children
bathe the children
wash the clothes
dry the clothes
read the stories
snuggle the children
cut the fabric
make the phone calls
...and so on until tucking my self into bed.

On paper it looks like I accomplished a lot. So why does it feel like I didn't accomplish anything?