Clean house? What's that?

Ever just looked around and thought, "Dang, I should really clean this place!"  Then a baby cries and a preschooler calls for you to wipe his butt ... simultaneously ... so you stop looking around and go tend to the needs of those that breath.  Then, after you finish said tasks, you go back to what you were doing - which is looking around at the mess that life has made within the walls of your home.  You start to think of the first place to start, which often times for me is the kitchen.  So you start cleaning the kitchen, then guess what?  The elementary age kiddo needs help with his homework.  So you put on your thinking cap, because who understands Common Core math, I mean really?  Who understands it?  The logic is to breed deeper critical thinking skills, but in the meantime its just driving all of us bonkers.  So here I am with a dish cloth draped over my shoulder, trying to figure out this nonsense that is grouping, regrouping, sharing and borrowing in three different methods.  Thank the good Lord up above that the kid gets it, that's my daily prayer.  That, and to please not let YouTube disappear because I definitely looked up the method on YouTube to try to help explain it to him a little more clearly.  No shame!  Task complete.  Back to the kitchen... oh snap, the baby has fallen from her sitting position, to flat on her face; granted she's laughing about it, but oh, no, no she's not, now she's crying.  Mom to the rescue.  Oh wait, the preschooler needs help finding Ollie's family on YouTube, because Heaven forbid that guy go a day without seeing what's happening with Ollie's family (Daily Bumps, they're actually a really cute family).  Okay; elementary school child is content, preschooler content, and baby content, now back to the kitchen cleaning.  Crud, the dog!  I left the dog outside ... he's in the neighbors yard!  BRUISER!!!!  Here I go, pick the baby up out of the pack 'n' play & tell the boys we're going to grab Bruiser.  Off we go tracking across the yard, total southern mama style (baby on the hip, bare feet and screaming at the dog).  I'm now running with the baby on the hip, because Bruiser thinks its a game.  Bless his free spirit!  After a short stint, we finally get him by the collar and we hustle him inside.  Baby laughing, me exhausted, Bruiser trying his best to get out of the collar and run.  At this point, I realize the dog needs to go for a walk to get out his energy.  Come back inside, the elementary kiddo is missing from his table, and is found cuddled up next to the preschooler watching little Ollie fall in a water fountain at a mall (Ollie's okay, by the way).  I tell them both to get on their shoes, get on their helmets, we're going for bike rides and a walk.  I get the baby carrier, put that bad boy on my chest, put the baby in the carrier and put the leash on Bruiser.  Off we go!  Kitchen ... house ... you can wait!  (And I wonder why the house isn't clean)