What is it about life that it just piles and piles and piles on top of everything and everywhere? I mean, I realize that entropy is the default state of being and the Second Law of Thermodynamics so why fight against The Universe? And yet. No matter how much (or let’s be real, little) I do, it’s never enough. I always feel behind the 8-ball. Is this a Woman Thing? Or a Mom Thing? I mean, I don’t really hear Hapa Papa bitching and moaning about the state of the house (although, lately, it seems to be pressing on even him) or feeling as if he’s always behind or never caught up on shit. However, now that I think about it – and I mean this in no way to diminish what Hapa Papa does because he is quite the involved father and provides pretty much all monetary support for our family – he really only…