unwashed

I got up in the middle of the night to repeatedly iron my girly's PE socks. She had told me on Friday that her kit needed washing as she'd had cross country running, but we dived straight off to Messy Church and no-one remembered to do anything with the kit until I was checking something last night and suddenly recalled the conversation. Cue lots of stress and handwashing. I don't have a tumble dryer. Awake in the middle of the night stressing about just how much I have to do today, I figured that if I ironed them the heat would help them dry. They were mainly dry when shoved back in the bag this morning but not completely so. I have concluded I'm not organised or patient enough to be a parent. Yesterday involved a lot of frustrated parenting and wasn't helped by declaring loudly how much I hate parenting at times.
I did enjoy a moment of joy walking back from church when a lad of maybe around 10 exclaimed delightedly "Did you see that squirrel?" I enthused that I had, "wasn't it wonderful!" We get loads of squirrels in our garden but I love that it's an excitement to people, and it reminded me of when I visited friends in London and pointed out the overhead aeroplane to my toddler. As our hosts were on the Heathrow flightpath the plane was unnoticed and unremarkable to them.
There is no way I can do everything on today's list so I guess I will just prioritise - none of it is life threatening so I don't know why I've got so stressed about it...