Not enough hours in the day

Elaina was home from school today with strep throat. Antibiotics have begun to do work, so she is on the mend. However, since I had a whole day at home I thought I would catch up on all my laundry. I did laundry from 8:30am until 10:30pm. The whole while folding all the items, and ultimately putting it all away in the kids' drawers, which I first cleaned out. I took one hour off for a walk, park and snack with the kids. The only laundry left to do in the house is what the kids wore today. So, while I am feeling pretty accomplished, my poor children have left me feeling somewhat guilty. I was begged to do so many things today that I just could not do: Ben: "Watch this cartoon with me." Jack: "Come watch the movie in your bed with me." Charlie: "Lay down wif me!" Elaina: "Keep scratching my back." Scotty: "Stay downstairs with me." Husband: "Stay awake for me, I will be home late." I want to do all these things. I also want to have all of the laundry finished and put away. And so I heard, "I am so mad at you." "Please!" "Come on!" It is not like I was doing my nails, or watching soaps, I was cleaning and folding all of their clothing. So, while these chores HAVE to get done, I am learning that my kids' love language is NOT "acts of kindness." I learned that it IS "quality time." So, now that the laundry is all caught up - or as "caught up" as it is possible to be, tomorrow I can "lay down wif Charlie, watch a movie with Jack in my bed, and stay downstairs with Scotty" at least until they all strip off their clothes for bed and give me another 2 loads of laundry.