Perhaps this season is the one that you rest, Momma. There's a reason we are called to rest the land (and therefore ourselves!) every seven years (Biblical reference).
The year my MIL got so so ill in March was the year I begged garden produce off of friends. I did some work in their gardens as 'payment'. I could pull a weed, reset a pushed up periennial - but had no ability to do it at my own yard. We were simply too overwhelmed with family, with life, with everything. So I let the land rest that year - and yes, the critters got the little harvest of what I had attempted to put in, the weeds were horrible for the next two years afterwards, and the ants took over (but I eventually beat 'em with boiling water). But I could rest. And still enjoy some fresh stuff, even if it wasn't as much as I was used to or from the sources we usually had. And I could fellowship with girlfriends while working in their gardens!
It sounds like your plate is full - go boil a pot of water to make tea (and ice it if you wish), then pour the rest of the pot over those **** ants! Try not to giggle uncontrollably.
(((hugs))) from someone who's been there, done that, sent the t-shirt to Goodwill and moving onward.
