Its 6:30- my husband is with my six year-old at football practice and I'm struggling, on the couch in my living-room, to figure out how to reteach my daughter the math she needs to know for homework (which I bearly understand myself), review and correct my eight year-old's math and reading homework (which is poorly written and well below where he needs to be learning, frankly), and cope with the constant antics of my two year-old, who is pulling my hair, tearing at his sister's paper, and screaming about the deer who were in our backyard today. I am trying hard not to snap, but my head is spinning and I feel nothing but completely overwhelmed.