Stay-at-home-heroes

I have no idea how people (ahem..ok, women) do it. How the bloody heck do they stay at their houses with their *darling* children day in and day out with no end in sight? I think I would literally sell my kids. I know this sounds terrible, but I also know that most of my peers agree with me. Seriously, they are a whirl wind of activity, non-stop hurricanes of clutter and glue and stink and mess. I swear they walk into a room and everything jumps off of the walls and onto the floor. I have even gone to extreme lengths to limit their toys to the far reaches of the house, in the back corner of the basement, and I still manage to step directly on a sleeping baby doll and a computer while making dinner. It is an impossible job. There is no way to keep the house clean, keep my sanity and remain a functioning social adult while doing this job. It is just about this time, mid-summer, that I begin to feel this way.  I stay home during the summer, so I have only three lousy summers of reference, but I'm pretty sure I cannot handle this. I always thought there was no way I could be an administrator and give up my summers with my (at that point hypothetical) kids. Um, yes, I can give it up. It will be sad, and I'm sure I'll cry about what could have been, but I also think I might like them more at the end of the day. I have a sneaking suspicion they might like me more out of the house, too.