I don’t know how people do it.
Juggle work, errands, housework, church, eating properly, exercise, spending time with your husband, your family–all while trying to squeeze in a little time for yourself so that you don’t go absolutely mad in the process.
I feel like I have no time for everything–if my dishes get done, the living room gets neglected. If I spend time on my course, exercise is impossible. If I take the time to make a healthy meal, I forgo something else.
I just can’t do everything.
And I realize that that’s okay, but I’m not all that okay with it.
I hate that I didn’t even have time to make my bed before I ran out the door for work this morning.
I hate that the first block of time I had to do dishes yesterday was 11pm.
I hate that everything is rush rush rush.
Mostly, I hate that lately I never feel like I have time that is just… mine. Because I have so much on my plate right now, I feel guilty watching a TV show when I should be doing something else. I feel guilty reading a book before bed when I could be folding laundry.
I even feel guilty writing in here when I should be finishing my assignment.
I’m sorry, I’m just so tired and I needed to vent. I’m even waking up at night stressing about all the things I need to do. And stressing because the Hubster is stressing and working hard. And stressing about the fact that I’m stressing.
Vicious, vicious cycle.
And now, break time is over… back to work I go.