Is there ever time for the mom?

Tommy is three, a very active three year old. To those of you who have no tolerance for moms complaining for a second, don't read. But I'm ready to blow. Its been a test today, to see how long my child goes without "needing" me...the longest spurt was 2 min. Being pregnant and tired, and trying to still stay on top of the bare essentials, there is no rest, ever it seems. I try to sit on the chair and put my feet up, only to hear crashing in the back room where Tommy fell of his bunk bed. Then seeing his room, I see every item of clothing removed from the dresser (I have no idea why) and the beds I had just made turned into some sort of hideout. 30 minutes of work for me was destroyed in 3 minutes. I yell and loose my cool, as I am so much more these days, and try to get him to help me clean up. I find myself giving into battles with him just cause I don't have the energy to fight or disciple. I take him swimming to tire him out, and give my pelvis some much needed weight off my feet release. I'm the only thing he wants to climb on or swim with. I become a jungle gym in second, and end up much more exhausted than I began. After we got out of the gym shower and getting dressed, Tommy empties the bottle of shampoo back into his hair. I almost cry and want to throw him in the pool. But only one change of clothes. On the way to the car, he runs away from me, only to loose his balance, and fall in the biggest muddy ice puddle. He screams in pain, and he is covered in brown water. I wrap him naked in a towel and throw him in his car seat and drive home, trying not to go crazy. As I'm staring a load of laundry of wet towels, Tommy announces he just peed in the middle of our carpet. WHAT? Hes perfectly potty trained? I fly off the handle again, and pray not to totally loose it. I then remember that our dryer (20 years old) is broken and cant be fixed as of a day ago, which means I'm going to be hauling all this to the laundry mat. The tears start to come...I hurt everywhere. i feel car sick. I cant do this one more second. I say I need a time out, and try to find a website with something inspirational to get me through the next 30 minutes. But that involved me not being there with Tommy, and he spilled apple juice (accident, I don't know). I make it through 30 seconds of a "Mormon message" and yell, "Can I not get 30 seconds to myself"?? Tommy begins to cry, and so do I. I know he didn't sign up for this, and some days I wonder why I did. But I calm down, clean up the pee and juice, and sit him inn front of the Disney channel for who knows how long he will last, and say "I'm sorry for yelling, I love you", and start to write here. I need to fall apart somewhere, and I'm sure others have felt this way. But where do you turn for peace? I think tonight will need to be a date night for myself...maybe a dollar movie or something. My husband will be happy to give me a few hours I'm sure, and I need it. Hopefully with a little break and a good bath, tomorrow I wont loose it by 9 AM like today.