Domestic Diva?

Some days, I feel like a truck stuck in the mud. My wheels are spinning, I'm full-on giving it the gas! Pedal to the metal, full throttle! And not getting a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e. Exhausted and out of fuel, I've made it nowhere.
Wayne is on 4 tens for the summer. Great in theory... But now, I'm thinking I'd rather have him home an extra two hours each day. By 4:45 every day, I am standing at the door wishing he would get home. I just need the help! An extra toddler-wrangler is what keeps me going! He can watch Daniel in the yard, push Lo on the swing, let me start supper, check emails, clean, rest, bathe. Now, I will have to attempt to have dinner ready when he comes in.
Dinner; pork chops on the grill, grilled veggies (squash and zucchini!) Lima beans and salad. Salad is chopped, all but the lettuce, beans are done and chops are hangin' in some raspberry walnut vinegrette.
The stupid scale isn't working, so I wasn't able to start my weight loss plan with the humbling and humiliatling expereince of stepping on the scale this morning. I have eaten well today. I am hungry and craving something, not sure what...