The MOTHER of all messes

So my Saturday starts off quite normal...I decide to make my menu plan and grocery list for the week.  I start by getting out all of the flyers, my trusty iPad and my favourite menu planning app.  Then I'm off to the pantry to see what I have, and it all goes down hill from there.  I open the pantry doors and realise that I have 5 half boxes of spaghetti, 3 open boxes of rice and some soup that has been outdated since 2011... it's soooo time to CLEAN.  I empty the entire pantry onto the island and start the purging process.  It feels good to declutter, and I've been meaning to do it for a LONG time but can never seem to make it a priority.  Well today, I made time.  After a little over an hour I had a relatively clean Pantry...so much so that I made room for all of the stuff I had to store in my laundry room.  So I'm off to the laundry room to retrieve the blender and food processor to bring it back to it's new home.  As I am emptying the shelf in the laundry room I decide that I no longer need it in there so I take it out and see a dust bunny the size of my dog...so, I start cleaning that room.  I'm reorganising, and purging and feeling good....I finish in the laundry room and head back into the kitchen where my island is still full of food and my pantry is still not quite finished.  (Keep in mind that this entire time my 3 kids are home and playing in the house because it is pouring rain)  So off to finish the job that I started, and now that I'm exhausted, it takes my twice as long and it runs into bedtime for the kiddies.  I get them settled and in bed and come out to face the mother of all messes....the "mom's been busy doing things other then her NORMAL routine" mess...picking up crayons, and Lego's, toys and clothes...not to mention the mess of the bathroom...you kind of look around thinking that someone is playing a joke on you because you've been in the house all day and swear it didn't look like that 5 minutes ago (I guess selective sight is the only thing that allows a mom to get anything else done) So cleaning it is....and after all of that...I sit on the couch and think about how my day went...and it hits me....I still don't know what's for supper tomorrow night :(