I’ve been pretty overwhelmed with life and all its details lately. There is simply too much to do and not enough time to do it in. Period. I figured out that I would need to either quit my full time job or stop sleeping in order to generate enough extra hours in a week to get everything done.
I know that there’s nothing special about me. There are plenty of single parents out there who can relate. We’ve all got huge to-do lists, I know. Hell, even married parents have long lists of things that they need to accomplish on a daily basis. Life is hectic for everyone. I’m not unique in that way.
As a single parent a big part of the problem is that I’ve got no one to lean on, who can pick up the slack when I’m unwilling and/or unable to do it myself. And yes, I’ve got CBG there for moral support, but him being three hours away means that moral support is really all that he’s able to provide for me. And while it’s great to get some sympathetic words and a bit of a pep talk, sometimes it would be nice to maybe sit back and let someone else make dinner while I hide in a bubble bath with a book.
The chores pile up around the house and I wish I could just say “screw it”.
Work is nuts some days and I’d love to be able to just lock up and walk out.
My brain is on overload and most of the time I want nothing more than to just be able to turn it all off for a couple of days. Take off and hide from the world.
But there are chores to be done, work to stay caught up with, and life to go on with. Because running away, hiding from it all, or even collapsing, just isn’t an option.
However, perhaps an early bedtime tonight is possible, if only I play my cards right. Gotta start somewhere, right?