How do you live a simple life?

Well I tried to carve out just 12 days in 3 weeks to complete the real estate licensing course
and I just barely squeaked it out. Olivia, Tim and I got sick and I missed exactly the limit
I was permitted without having to make up classes. I am exhausted. I was running Olivia
to school and driving another 20 minutes to class then the teacher luckily let us out almost
a half hour early everyday and I had just enough time to pick Olivia up so Tim would not
have to leave work and do it. I was getting an apartment ready for a new tenant, running Olivia back and forth to cheerleading practices, as well as
all my other countless duties. I remember many years ago working two jobs and still being
caught up. I have been a stay-at-homer for a long time now and am hopelessly behind. I just
cannot seem to stay on top of all my responsibilities. Tim finally blew his gasket about the
same thing the other night. He has had it. Most wood flooring guys, and many contractors, are sitting home
waiting for the phone to ring and Tim has stayed busy throughout this economic slowdown.
We are happy in one way but the lack of free time and even time to work on what he wants
to do around our own house is getting to him. I just don't know how we can simplify our life.
It bothers me that he is battling MM and not living the life he wants to live. On one hand, he
takes a lot of pride in his work and he is successful at it. I'm sure it helps to have goals and
purpose in life but when you own your own business, it is never a 9 to 5 thing. Nights are
spent on the phone or doing estimates. Before he knows it, he's kissing Olivia goodnight and did not even get to talk to her about her day. Some days I am so tempted to find some small town to move to where
we can live a simpler life. That will not happen living in Bergen County, NJ paying ridiculous
property taxes and all the other inflated NJ prices of things. Not being independently wealthy
or a lottery winner, the only way we could do this is sell everything and move to Walton's mountain. Unfortunately, our families(aka support system and emergency babysitters) are
here and I don't think I'll find any MM specialists or top of the line hospitals out in the boonies.
I feel like we are caught on the treadmill of life and can't figure out how to get off it. It's impossible for me to feel calm while living at this frantic pace. The days fly by and I feel like
we are not doing anything that we really WANT to do. Just going through the paces hardly
seems good enough to me anymore. Such a waste of precious time. If somebody figures out
the answer to this predicament, let me know.