On top of things, at last

The guests have left.
The house is clean.
Seven loads of laundry have been washed, dried, folded, and put away.
The baby is asleep in bed.
The boys, decked in pajamas, and their father are picking up my mom from the airport.
My room is nearly packed and ready for my sister to confiscate.

For once, I'm feeling quite in control of life.