Mom in the Heels meets Cat in the Hat

I was reading this book recently and was struck by how much I must resemble the Cat at this point in the story, juggling any number of things. My own dialogue reads something more like this:

The volvo needs fixed,
The special cupcakes need mixed.
The diapers are out,
There should be more blogging about.
The dishwasher is broke,
Just let the dirty ones soak.
Pack lunch for a field trip?
Try not to flip.
A fun trip to the store,
Stumble home through the door.
Kick off the high heels,
Put away more meals.
Find jammies, pour milk,
Blueberry splatters, stained silk.
Emails from the boss,
Sometimes I'm at a loss.
A presentation at dawn,
10PM fold socks with a yawn.
Exercise, burn flab,
There's no time to gab.
Does my bible have dust?
I have not made it a must.

Do you remember what happens next in the story?

My balancing act is more akin to a train wreck.  Still, I keep trying. Spread projects out, slow drama down.  And some things just don't get done because of the occasional impromptu family dance party in the living room. Complete with a rousing rendition of "Rock Me Amadeus" and some robot moves. Cat in the Hat, look out.