no answer, just yet

I find myself with little windows of opportunity in my day.  It feels like enough time to believe I should knock a whole bunch of stuff out, get the luandry done, deep clean the bathroom, or cook dinner?  And then I begin one thing that reminds of a million other chores  I feel like I'm addmommy, instead of ahhhmommy  Ping-pong from room to room, chore to chore and never really get it all done.  I might have brought the vaccuum out, but didn't manage to turn it on.  What's my answer.  One chore at a time seems to mean never finish anything.  I have this feeling that I need to turn the house up on it's side and DUMP it out  What is all this crap that I can't ever seem to find room for?  How do I focus and feel a sense of completion?  Can I learn to find peace in the doing, not the finished product?