Some days be good, Some days be bad

In January I was working 8 hours a day, driving for 2, and cooking/cleaning for 4. Now, in March, I spend 12 hours a day looking for something to do. Making lists at the end of everyday for the following morning aren't nearly as satisfying when they don't include, "Help a child to learn to read," and, "Plan your IEP meeting." My list currently includes:

• Work out
• Mop the front tile
• Finish the desk
  
• Wrap birthday presents
• Buy fabric for dog bed
• Call Susan
• Play with Charlie
• Vacuum

I'm just trying to trust that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be...with my little list.