Single parenting

I used to look forward to a few days alone with the kids.  I could do it "my way" a bit and it normally felt more like a bit of an adventure than the reality of life smacking you in the face like a misdirected 2x4.  Today, as I made dinner, read stories, chased chickens, played legos, had dinner, cleaned dinner, cleaned kitchen, made lunches, gave baths, read more stories, and eventually got everyone to bed I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown.  It's and odd feeling because all I want in the world is to spend time with my kids and then when I have them all I want is to get to bed time.  That is a terrible place to be.  I am hoping that with time it gets easier and I can enjoy the moments more.  I am relatively good at stopping and enjoying or remembering to walk at their speed and watch at their level but tonight I am so tired.  To tired in fact.  But, I guess this is single parenting.  I hope I get better at it.