I am a woman with a dilemma.  As I stood in my barely useable kitchen, having to move a stack of chairs with a giant cardboard xBox character (as a mom, I’m not so hip) brandishing a weapon stacked nearly to the ceiling (the character, not me), to put brownies in the oven (I am running a day late) for my 19-year old’s birthday dessert, wanting to have a day of rest but knowing that I should seriously start cleaning (or is that start serious cleaning…on the Sabbath, no less!), wanting desperately to take a nap but knowing that no one else will hear the timer go off, let alone go pull the browines out of the oven, all the while wondering how I ever got myself into this situation and how I will ever get out.    It reminds me of that old black and white silent film series, “The Perils of Pauline” – and no, that isn’t from my era.  But I feel much like a damsel in distress, tied to the railroad track with a train speeding towards me or maybe I’ve been tied to big log and I’m headed towards the giant saw (oh…that sounds like it came from a more current movie that I will not watch); or maybe I’ve been blindfolded and tied up and kidnapped by wild Indians (in the form of my family) and tossed