Jami Forgot to Title This One, Then Came Back and Typed This

Maybe it's me, but it seems like everyone in the world has their act together better than I do. I can't keep the house looking right (I'd slam the door in your face if you dropped in on me now - or else entertain in the car, which at least is clean), I am always out of something, I have a list that never seems to get any shorter. Is it me? Please tell me that everyone thinks that they are the incompetent one and that the rest of the world is more organized. What soothes my soul, at the moment, is my neighbors' yard. It's not a large yard. It's not even medium. It's small, if we're being generous, and yet they've been working on this landscaping project for at least the past year and a half. We can't figure out what it is they're even trying to do anymore and we're too polite (or chicken) to ask. First they ripped out a couple trees, dug out a large area, then seemed to stop. They've done several things that have gotten half-finished, and then un-done, and in at least one case, re-done. The man of the house is frequently out there doing what looks like very hard labor, and when he's done, usually one of two things is true: 1. You can't tell what he accomplished or 2. The whole thing looks worse. The thing is, I love them for this. On days like today when I feel like I'm running as fast as I can and still losing ground, I look out the front window and think "I'm not the only one who can't get my life in order." Currently they have a half-built wall with a few (extra?) blocks semi-artistically arranged on top, either waiting to be installed or possibly put away when this wall comes down. As much as I like them, I sort of hope this yard is never finished. It gives me hope.