Hmm...

I really need to stop and think about what I'm doing. Every day, it seems I'm overwhelmed with the things that need to be done and the things I want to do and the things that actually occur.

I don't know how I managed a house, worked full time and still had a brain. Maybe I didn't.

There's a thought that's going to fester in the wee hours of the morning.

I'm an organized soul, I really am. You wouldn't know it by the state of my pantry (I accidentally typed that as 'panty'. Freudian slip, perchance?) or my cabinets, but I am. I know where things are, I know what things need to be done, I can tell you when each of our bills is due and when I paid the last one. I can't imagine that being unorganized is the issue.

I'm also not really worried about the work. I like to work hard. If I'm at home doing it instead of in my office with a river view, so what? Work is work. It wouldn't matter if I had one thing to do or the one thousand that I do have. That's not the problem, either, I don't think.

So what the fuck is bothering me?

I have no clue.

Maybe I just need an outlet other than cooking, cleaning, building, repairing, more cleaning and more cooking.

I think maybe I'll try being crafty like the other moms.

That should be good, right?

Any mental health professionals or psychology 101 students want to try their hand at a diagnosis?
Holla.