I can't put my finger on it

It noon and this day has dragged on for an eternity. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I'm fighting a head cold (and every mom knows there's no TLC for us - it's life as usual) or maybe it's the strain of trying to keep three kids quiet so Brian could get a few hours of sleep (he plowed from 8pm until 6 this morning).
It certainly didn't help that I couldn't suck out noses for fear of waking anyone in a five block radius. I hate that snarkly sound and I'm sure it's no fun for them either. Just when I was feeling a little better because Brian was up and the pressure of promoting only quiet kid activities was off, the Realtor called with a request for a showing. Oh my. I had to say no. I have no energy to clean a house that hasn't had a showing for over 2 weeks. Decorations are half up (read: Rubbermaid tubs still sitting in the living room), the laundry pile is poised to be given it's own designation as a mountain, the kids need naps, and the worst thing of all - the vacuum is broken (think pine needles). For fear of sounding whiny and annoying....shoot, re-reading this to myself, I'm way past whining. So before I collapse in exhaustion and frustration I'll smear some icing on the cake - the pileated woodpecker is back. Twice I've had to chase him away and then the monthly storm siren test started - right after I put the kids down for their nap.

updated at 2:30: Kids are sleeping, homemade beef barley soup is soothing my cold, and I'm off to read my Bible - something to sooth my soul.